I wish soap would wash away human stain And polish would glisten a dull man’s kissing And perfume would make everything smell rosy And dreams were enough to make this poor lass cozy Stars could be borrowed when there’s no hope for tomorrow And eyes were telescopes that looked far beyond sorrow People were ants that could lift rubber tree plants When you are small everything looks big And when you are big everything looks small I’m not sure happiness lies in either one of them And if I had it all I wouldn’t have anything