I am walking down the street
past the dentist's office,
and the Baskin Robbins...
Ice cream, I really, really want ice cream.
"You're so suggestible" says the voice in my head,
"If you walked by a graveyard, you'd wanna be dead....
how 'bout a pastry? I see a bakery.
No, just keep walking. This craving too shall pass...."