Transcribed by mark dorset
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
All of his friends have been wondering /
Why he spent so long with her; /
He’s so dark and moody, /
She is his sunshine girl. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
In the bed where they make love /
She’s in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
She’s the softness of cinema seats. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
He sees all of the girls /
Like demi moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the x’s come up in her eyes. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
Her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a sherpa tensing /
Under a manilla silk. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala... |
