1,000 Breakfasts With You

I wanna put you in a cloud and push you around
I wanna put you in a cloud
I wanna put you in a big white cloud, push you around
Take a good look cause there’s nothing left
From the small streets where you draw your breath
From the small streets where you draw your breath with mine
Saw stars for you
Saw stars for you
Strawberry, coffee for two
One thousand breakfasts with you
I’ll hold you by the sleeves and do what you please
So we’ll make a sound
I’m a little pup you picked up at the pound
You can push me around
And in the last third act when the well runs dry
And the villain sneaks up from behind
You can close your eyes
You can put your arms in mine
I’ll tell you when it’s through
I’ll tell you when it’s through
Strawberry, coffee for two
One thousand breakfasts with you