Lyrics
(verse 1)
Giggles in the air, a child's joy so bright,
Swinging with his mother, holding on so tight.
Running to the entrance, excitement in his eyes,
Automatic doors open wide, he's met with surprise.
(Pre-Chorus)
His heart races fast, in this wonderland so grand,
Toys moving all around, in this magical land.
But his gaze locks in, on a sweet delight,
The fudge shop beckons, colors so bright.
(Chorus)
Green, brown, and white, fudge of every hue,
His eyes widen in awe, at this tasty view.
The aroma swirls, his senses in a haze,
But his mother's voice calls, with a gentle phrase.
(Verse 2)
His face pressed to the glass, dreams of sugary bliss,
Watching the fudge being made, he can't resist.
Mint chocolate swirls, his mouth starts to water,
Droplets on the glass, a sweet, sticky offer.
(repeat Verse 2)
His face pressed to the glass, dreams of sugary bliss,
Watching the fudge being made, he can't resist.
Mint chocolate swirls, his mouth starts to water,
Droplets on the glass, a sweet, sticky offer.
(Pre-Chorus)
But Mom pulls him away, with a knowing smile,
"No more sugar, my dear, it's been quite a while."
Disappointment flickers, then he shifts his gaze,
To the next adventure, in this lively maze.
(Chorus)
Green, brown, and white, fudge of every hue,
His eyes widen in awe, at this tasty view.
The aroma swirls, his senses in a haze,
But his mother's voice calls, with a gentle phrase.
(Bridge)
Turning away, with a heavy heart,
But the thrill of the chase, gives him a start.
Running to the next floor, excitement renewed,
Peering at puppies, his spirits imbued.
(Chorus)
Green, brown, and white, fudge of every hue,
His eyes widen in awe, at this tasty view.
The aroma swirls, his senses in a haze,
But his mother's voice calls, with a gentle phrase.
(Bridge)
Turning away, with a heavy heart,
But the thrill of the chase, gives him a start.
Running to the next floor, excitement renewed,
Peering at puppies, his spirits imbued.
(Chorus)
Green, brown, and white, fudge of every hue,
His eyes widen in awe, at this tasty view.
The aroma swirls, his senses in a haze,
But his mother's voice calls, with a gentle phrase.
