then a lonely sleep
oh her eyes are closed
and her pies suppose
to dream a lot
because her cream is hot
oh her words are great
this boy on the verge of cake
oh one boy gave her a kiss with trust
but he missed the bus
had to walk home
but he did talk strong
but went home alone
oh her eyes are closed
and her pies suppose
to dream a lot
because her cream is hot
oh her words are great
this boy on the verge of cake
oh one boy gave her a kiss with trust
but he missed the bus
had to walk home
but he did talk strong
but went home alone