They brush their hair all day
And make-up their face
And wear a pair of shorts and shirt
Dressed in red and white
Black sandals to shade
At the beach
I can bring a wicker basket
For a picnic in aspen
I'd wear a blue fur coat
While we ski down the slopes
In speed toboggans
Our hair wrestling back
At the speed of the sights
The cabins in the forest
At ski lodge imperial
Spotted on the skiing slopes
Our friends can have the others
While we have our own
We'll read stories up late
Red circles on your cheeks
The dark green velvet curtains 7
Around my bed
We can live in switzerland
While it's snowing outside
The bare brown trees
As the sparrow sings
It's winter song,
I'll dream of a story to tell
While you lay there in
Soft white sheets
The life of
The living dolls