Millions

I open my umbrella
And i put on my coat
And a waterproof make-up
Just the way i’ve been told
I put my favorite dress on
And the best of my socks
Take a bath and a shower
And the soap from the box
With one hand at the papers
I stir around in my cup
Put bread in the toaster
And the juice in the mug
There could come millions of you
And i might trip but would not fall
As i look out the window
It’s chucking it down
And i pull up the curtain
I hear the noise of my town
Wipe the sleep off my eyes
I switch off the clock
Had the funniest dream
Click clock tick tock
There could come millions of you
And i might trip but would not fall