Some of us spend hours In front of a friday night mirror Trying to understand the kinda world Where the beautiful prosper Slicking up the kinda hair That the magazine's say's a lost cause Picking out the kinda girl in your mind To go walking with you
Yesterday I met a girl She made marilyn monroe look like . . . me All she had to do was walk in the room And my problems were starting Then she'd at me and she'd smile And I feel feel such a pain in my heart Wanting her to come and whisper to me You're the man of my dreams
Beautiful world, beautiful world Sending me dreams, touching my hair Making me cry . . . so I feel alive Beautiful world, why do I hide?
I dunno why I should spend so much time feeling so bad I got everything a sinner could hope to get This side of eden Maybe some day I'll wake up And I'll do what I should Write a song to make heaven and earth Go waltzing in time
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