I got a walnut brownie brain
And molasses in my veins,
Crushed graham cracker crust,
My powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine.
Let the crescent cookie rise,
These carob colored almond eyes,
Would rest to see my cashewed princess,
In the swirling marble sky.
Will rest upon the knee,
Where all of the visions cease to be,
A root-beer float,
In our banana boat,
Across the tapioca sea,
When letting all attachments go,
Is the only prayer we know,
May it be so,
May it be so,
May it be so,
Oh.