All these sparks in your misty eyes are the cinnamon at my flakes When you look from your poster through my window, I dream that you are not a fake All these sparks in your misty eyes are the cinnamon at my flakes When you look from your poster through my window, I dream that you are not a fake All these sparks in your misty eyes are the cinnamon at my flakes When you look from your poster through my window, I dream that you are not a fake
Oh Cornflake Boy, won't you share them with me, All these dreams will work, you will see Every morning when I crunch my flakes I want you to be close to me
Oh Cornflake Boy, won't you share them with me, All these dreams of what you will see Every morning when I crunch my flakes I want you to be-
Oh Cornflake Boy, won't you share them with me, All these dreams will work, you will see Every morning when I crunch my flakes I want you to be-
All these sparks in your misty eyes are the cinnamon at my flakes When you look from your poster through my window, I dream that you are not a fake All these sparks in your misty eyes are the cinnamon at my flakes When you look from your poster through my window, I dream that you are not a fake
Oh Cornflake Boy, won't you share them with me, All these dreams will work, you will see Every morning when I crunch my flakes I want you to be close to me
Oh Cornflake Boy, won't you share them with me, All these dreams will work, you will see Every morning when I crunch my flakes I want you to be- Be my Cornflake Boy