Tekst Utworu

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton 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 asked 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 home town Called you up to have a drink Your roommate said you weren't around Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend And I've just 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
Writer(s): Patrick Dinizio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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