You're a God blessed, well dressed socialite queen I'm a redneck, half-drunk trailer park breed When we go to parties, you don't want to be seen With a boy, with a boy, with a boy like me
I've been hanging around with the old silk hat Listening to the stories that the bums spit out While you're off in some wonderland Looking for a parallel kind of man I said looking for a parallel kind of man
Halloween I bought you twelve white roses You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel I was scared of heights So New York stole ya Why can't it just be real Why is it never real
In a broken down, broken down, broken down van On the side of the road where the city ends You're a dream, you're a dream, you're a dream I had Dreams are not real, baby they're just that Dreams are not real, baby they're just that Dreams are not real, baby they're just thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
