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I'm dreaming...She was like Venus De Milo only with a better smile thoughTriple lip piercing lit the fuse that let my mind blowBright red lips, j-jet black hairHolding her composure like she's really unawareThat she's drawing all of my attention with her movementsNo matter how hard I look, I see no room for improvementLow slung jeans made my mind begin to wonderRevealing just enough form, man she's gonna take me underSo what's my game plan?You know I really aint got oneToo many ships sailed past in the night, I'm yet to stop oneI just float on by with the flotsam and jetsamBut it's got to better than the pain of rejectionIt's the one thing in my life that I just keep repeatingAs I approach a pretty girl I feel my brain retreatingWill I leave this situation with dignity and keeping?Or fall flat on my face like Buster KeatonBut wait, there's one thing that might break the trendOut the corner of my eye I see a mutual friendI'm like How's it going Ben, remember me from way back when?Well maybe we could talk and introduce me to your friendAnd maybe if you recommend me and maybe if she then befriends meMaybe I will meet a girl that understands and comprehends meAhh, but maybe not. Maybe just, uh.Letras de cancionesI'm dreaming...Like Martin Luther King, I had a dreamBut mine involved you and a tub of whipped creamWait I apologize. It aint like me to be crudeThe was a momentary lapse, a little interludeIt's just hard sometimes, making every line have meaningWhen I turn on the TV and see the gold chains gleamingMaybe I should buckle and spout commercial shitBut it's the fact that I don't that makes me Scroobius PipSo back to the story, now two months down the lineThe introduction went well and we shared all our timeWe'd opened up and even shared the deepest of truthsShe hadn't cried in weeks, I stopped looking for escape routesThen bang as expected cracks did appearAnd the kind of cracks that grow with paranoia and fearWas it the theories in my head or the fairies in my bedThat made it scary when she said she sometimes wished she was deadWhatever it was, there seemed so little I could doI could help her, but in the end she'd have to help herself tooOver time I stopped whispering sweet nothings in her earsAnd just watched them same glistening sweet nothings in her tearsAnd the more I watched the more it confirmed my fearsThat even in dreams right and wrong is never clearI'm dreaming... From Letras Mania