I want a perfect bottle One that would fill itself up I knew a perfect model She killed herself but These things They are just bound to happen I'll sing Just for the sound of clapping There is a place where we can go Where it will never rain or snow We go outside There weather's perfect all the time I want a magic pocket All full of gold and silver I had a plastic locket I'd hold if it was still here These things Are stolen lost or broken I'll sing Choking There is a place where we can go Where it will never rain or snow We go outside The weather's perfect all the time