Girl of My Dreams

by Bram Tchaikovsky

—— was an American girl
She came in one morning with the U.S. mail
She didn't say nothing
But she looked pretty good to me
Golden hair that shined so bright
Loving eyes that seemed out of sight
She could keep the secrets
That we shared in my world of dreams

And a man needs something
When he ain't got nothing to hang on to
And there ain't no telling
When I'll feel like yelling 'I love you!'

It gets lonely in the night
When there ain't no one around
She makes me feel all right
Get my feet right off the ground
She's the girl of my dreams

—— does what I ask her to
She makes me happy when I feel blue
She stares with the eyes of a child
And gets me to my knees
Her heart, it never beats in time
Except when it's beating close to mine
I keep her from my friends
Locked away with my fantasies