Ye Olde Toffee Shoppe

I press my nose against the pane Of the little toffee shop Day after day I save my pennies To spend at the toffee shop Come Saturday morn at nine o'clock I stand on the cold stone street A penny every day that I have saved To buy myself some sweets The nice little lady old and gray With gla*ses and shawl Gives love away to good little boys Who do as they are told She's always telling stories Of her childhood days She couldn't buy the things I can For families in those days Imagine the sweets that I can buy With six pennies of my own I always take my time to choose The sweets that I'll be taking home Gobstoppers in my pockets Brown sugar in my hand Lollies you s*ck that last all day And sugar that looks like sand