1,000 Breakfasts With You - Cookies

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