When I want to spend my daydream allowance

I take a quarter to the corner gripping it all the way

And my pocket has a hole in it so I don’t take the chance

And I carry the mix home imagining you’re at play

Rosy cheeks bursting with soft sweet marshmallow plans

Snowfall on thick steam as we talk awhile and stay

In a hot chocolate moment with a few flakes to dance

And Linda hates it but she’s a bitch anyway