I go down the rows,
I see the prizes behind glass.
Can't even take them out,
All I have to do is ask.

Mom always told me,
Don't touch what's not yours.
So I glace,
Though cracked doors.

I want, I want, I want,
The prizes taunt, taunt, and taunt.

All I need to do,
Is break the glass.
Risk ruining the prize,
For a bit of ***.

Looks so perfect,
Kept behind walls.
Would it answer me,
If I gave it a call?