Carens Dream House
In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will be no reasons to overdress or bring on stress.
There will be no knocking or coughing at the door.
Just open it up and put your bare feet on my floor.
Bring me sugar or salt if you have some to spare.
Don’t be fearful if you forgot your underwear.
All of my bras are stacked behind a chair.
Where they are going to sit, go ahead and stare.
I don’t have a worry, I have no care.
In Caren’s dream house, we do what we dare.
As long as we are having fun with cartoons and paint.
You can be a sinner, a singer, a dancer, or a wanna-be-saint
But come ready to play and have fun and throw whipping cream.
This is my vision, my insight, my desire and my dream.
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