Slip into My arms And you Will find Destiny In time With me But I Have not Met you Yet So I won't Spend My time Wasting My life Away on Searching For what? Rehearsing For what? Remorsing For what? I'll do What I Got to Do To find a dream Man Who's dreamy And like me Who's true.
My brain must hate me. What reason, other than that, to explain why I'm constantly tortured by the mental image of him. And her. Him and her. Him with her.
That black and white pic of You The one with the mischievous eyes All night long meets my Blue And my sleep, takes away to the skies. Oh Darling, if You only knew... Please let me sink, so I can dream of You.