You run into walls
When you walk down the street
You trip and you fall
You're overly sweet
You're too dumb to live
All of that is true
And I don't know why
I can't live without you.
Your hair- I've decided
The ugliest shade
Into trees you've collided
During every game you've played
It's true, Polka Dots, that you're not very smart
But despite all of that,
You're still in my heart.
All you do is chatter
And you don't know lots
But that doesn't matter…
It's love, Polka Dots.