It starts from one,
Drops down to two,
I play the drums,
Thinking of you.
I get to three,
Thinking of thee,
I jump to four.
I’m still ignored.
Five is my thing,
I take my sticks.
I start to sing,
I bet on six.
I try to laugh,
Try looking tough,
I dream of you,
Will seven do?
I count to ten.
Nine, eight, again,
But i give up.
Curse you and scram.
