Stop, will you stop? Will you stop and speak to me?
Wake, I know you're awake. Move your mouth and speak to me.
I'm not the kind who will take it for granted,
no, I'm not the kind who will take it for granted.
How I would like to know all the toy soldiers in a row,
marching to and fro, all the tin soldiers in a row.
Tiny painted mouths, how I wish you'd utter now,
words of nursery rhyme, tongue and teeth all click in time.
Stop, will you stop? Will you stop and speak to me?
Wake, I know you're awake. Move your mouth and speak to me.
I'm not the kind who will take you for granted,
no, I'm not the kind who will take you for granted.
