I just love my personal dreamworld
That I drift to every night
Sights and sounds abound
That are absent in my waking life
Rivers of fruit punch
A dog house with a steeple
Monkeys riding motorcycles
And flowers smelling people
After school I run upstairs
Lie down and grab my sheets
Pining to revisit
The building-size parakeets
Can't wait to drink the sweetness
Of the lemonade streams
Or watch cartoons on my eyelids
In the prairies of my dreams
Rivers of fruit punch
A dog house with a steeple
Monkeys riding motorcycles
And flowers smelling people
I just love my personal dreamworld
That I drift to every night
Sights and sounds abound
That are absent in my waking life
Rivers of fruit punch
A dog house with a steeple
Monkeys riding motorcycles
And flowers smelling people
Flowers smelling people
People
The flowers smelling people
Flowers smelling people
Goodnight