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I could build a mansion That is higher than the trees I could have all the gifts I want And never ask please I could fly to Paris It's at my beck and calls Why do I live my life alone With nothing at all (But) when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true When I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true I can be the singer Or the clown in any room I can call up someone To take me to the moon I can put my makeup on And drive the man insane I can go to bed alone And never know his name From Letras Mania