|
She had hair like Jeannie Shipton back in 1965 |
|
She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed |
|
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal |
|
If she'd ask me to I'd murder I would Gladly lose my soul |
|
Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep |
|
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
|
Well she held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band |
|
And she stood just like Bill Wyman, now I am her biggest fan |
|
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend |
|
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them |
|
Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep |
|
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
|
Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep |
|
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
|
Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your hometown |
|
Called you up to have a drink your room mate said you weren't around |
|
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend |
|
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them |
|
Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep |
|
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep |
|
Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep |
|
Behind the wall of sleep |
