I’ll be running away from the stop signs,
Tripping over shiny nickels and dimes.

Then I’ll sit at a round table,
And chat to characters of your favorite fable.

I’ll be Superman and you’ll be Lois Lane,
But we won’t need all the money and fame.

We’ll spend the time that goes on by,
Just flying above the sky.




We’ll extinguish all the fires,
And make people happy with our smiles.

We’ll be better then all those superheroes,
And we’ll sleep on silky, white pillows.

We’ll hide our forbidden love,
And spread peace like a white dove.

When I’d feel down, and all I’d see are spots,
You’d lie next to me, kiss me and say: Just think happy thoughts.




Make a cut, kick me in the but, call me a male slut,
But at least I didn’t fart!