Polka dots.

On my shirt and on my dress,
100 dots, not more, not less.

they sit there looking so pretty and fine,
it makes me smile to know they're all mine.

when i wear my polka dot shirt,
boys whistle at me and it's the perfect time to flirt.

i know that the compliments coming from boys are right,
because i love the colours so brilliant and bright.

when it comes to taking it off and putting my pajama's on,
that's the saddest part of the day, but it only lasts until dawn.

because dawn is when i get to wear more little polka dots,
i've become obsessive and i love those little spots.