They splurge on a bottle,
And then shake it up.
Pop, cheer, fizz, cackle.
But, none of it hit my cup.
The lavish love their champagne showers,
Although if you asked me,
I’d rather invest in some champagne flowers.
Then I would have enough to share,
And we could all be flying through the air,
Flick, smile, exhale, gleam.
Come take part in my waking dream.
