The Donut Shop
Words and music Cosmically received from the universe via Erin
Thompson.
All rights reserved, copyright to Erin Thompson, 1998
I love walking into the Donut Shop
The smell of the donuts delight me.
The coffee, the smoke-
Someone makes a stupid joke.
The Donut Shop can't help but make me happy.
Look at all the rows and rows of donut holes
The cruller and cream filled await.
They scream out, "Please pick me-
I am longing to be free.
Come take me home and put me on your plate!"
Powdered, sugared, cocunut,
I usually get a chocolate with a glaze.
Chocolate butternut-
Whether it's a favorite or not-
So many donuts, so few days.
Chorus:
Why can't men be like donuts
in a Donut Shop?
All lined up in little plastic trays.
You check the flavors, pick one out
So many donuts, so few days
If I could I would buy a dozen,
Take them home and eat them one by one.
Dip them in hot chocolate,
Eat them with a knife and fork.
Oh my gracious, wouldn't that be fun?
Chours
The sad part of the story
is men are really people.
Exchanging them for money would be like slavery.
But in a perfect world, I'd have my little Donut Shop
and all the men would be on sale for free
Chorus
Home made donuts are the best!
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