They say we're built
To cry on spilt milk
But I forgot
To buy it
Now I have to go
Out in the cold
And risk that I
Won't find it
But for a share
Of creme brulee
I think I'll take
My chances
Won't have the time
To really mind
That I won't care
To find ya
Or so I'm told
The milk is sold
Right down the aisle
Behind ya