DREAMS

DREAMS

 

Dreams really are a very funny thing.

No, not ha ha, but it’s the thoughts they bring.

For some it’s a hero or soldier or cop

or just being a real great guy kinda’ like pop.

And as for the girls, well I do know some,

I just bet they want to be like their mum.

 

 

But as for me, I’m very different see,

‘cause I don’t know what I want to be.

I lead a charge of cavalry, riding my bike.

Or invent a brand new ice-cream everyone would like

or else knock the bully down on the floor

and just get to kiss the cute girl next door.

 

I guess I could do about anything,

Except I know I cannot sing.

 

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