Millions - Super700

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