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