Sunday, February 2, 2014

Dream Girl, 1992

I called you on the phone,
They said you were gone,
They asked me my name,
Was I to blame?

I saw you on the street,
I wanted us to meet,
But when I turned to say hello,
You had already left to go.

I saw your picture on a wall,
I tried to grab it but I wasn't tall,
You don't even know my name,
'Cause you're the one with the fame.

You're my dream girl...
I worship you from afar,
Dream girl...
I know who you are,
Dream girl...
I want to ask you to dance,
Dream girl...
Yeah-fat chance.

One day you saw me and just smiled,
My heart beat wildly for a while,
I know you liked me when you looked,
But I'm not the guy in your little black book.

So I pretend I know you,
Even though you haven't a clue,
My dream girl is on my mind,
I'll follow you from behind.

You're my dream girl...
I see you everywhere,
Dream girl...
With your golden hair,
Dream girl...
I really like what I see,
Dream girl...
If only you'd see me.

I'm happy when you're around,
I try to catch you but you won't slow down,
Someday I will say to you,
You're my dream girl--how do you do?

Dream girl...
I love you all the time,
Dream girl...
Up your pedestal I'll climb,
Dream girl...
What's the matter with me,
You're my dream girl,
Can't you hear my plea.

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