I can not say you're the woman of my dream
Because I have not dreamt of someone so
perfect
As I sit thinking of how whispers with the wind
And your eyes that hypnotize me with every
glance
And as I lie in bed thinking of you ( with eyes of
enchanting sky China blue) there you are
With a laugh of majestic tune
But as I wake from this splendid slumber
That's simply what it was a dream
For the women of my dreams does not sleep in
my bed
With a heavy heart I lit a smoke at the edge of
my bed
My love and hate will never die for it is written on Paper
Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 1:00 AM UTC
I can not say you're the woman of my dream
Because I have not dreamt of someone so
perfect
As I sit thinking of how whispers with the wind
And your eyes that hypnotize me with every
glance
And as I lie in bed thinking of you ( with eyes of
enchanting sky China blue) there you are
With a laugh of majestic tune
But as I wake from this splendid slumber
That's simply what it was a dream
For the women of my dreams does not sleep in
my bed
With a heavy heart I lit a smoke at the edge of
my bed
My love and hate will never die for it is written on Paper
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