Last night I dreamed about cake for breakfast Two big pieces just for me. They're standing there on a paper platter covered with a doily. The light inside the refrigerator Shined a moonbeam on their heads, On which was written a bold inscription. This is what the icing said: Can you live your life completely? Can you do it wild and sweetly? Can you dream about cake for breakfast- Two big pieces just for me? Bananas caught in a bowl of batter, Wilted beets and celery, Those candles stuck to the paper platter, Every one was calling me. The clock above the refrigerator Moved her eyes from left to right. She sang to me and she swung her tail. This is what she said last night: Can you live your life completely? Can you do it wild and sweetly? Can you dream about cake for breakfast- Two big pieces just for me? When I woke up there was cake for breakfast, Sugar roses, birthday red. Picasso drew on the paper platter. "Famous artist - Shiny head". So if your calendar page is turning, Move your knees and dance away And call me up at my other number. This is what I have to say: Can you burn your candles brightly, Radiate, then leave politely? Here's your beautiful cake for breakfast- Two big pieces just for you!
Community content is available under CC-BY-SA unless otherwise noted.