they brush their hair all daynand make-up their facenand wear a pair of shorts and shirtndressed in red and whitenblack sandals to shadenat the beachni can bring a wicker basketnnfor a picnic in aspenni'd wear a blue fur coatnwhile we ski down the slopesnin speed toboggansnour hair wrestling backnat the speed of the sightsnthe cabins in the forestnat ski lodge imperialnnspotted on the skiing slopesnour friends can have the othersnwhile we have our ownnwe'll read stories up latenred circles on your cheeksnthe dark green velvet curtains 7naround my bednwe can live in switzerlandnwhile it's snowing outsidenthe bare brown treesnas the sparrow singsnit's winter song,ni'll dream of a story to tellnwhile you lay there innsoft white sheetsnthe life ofnthe living dolls