Lyrics:
to reach my weekend girl
Ain't nothing I can do
No spells that I can use
But if my dreams came true
I'd hold her every night
We fell in love on a Sunday
By
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard
first check and put some ice on my neck
Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah
Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah
Comin' from
Corrine Corrine is calling you to be by her side
Once seen never forgotten it is your island of dreams
Grab my -- are flowing
Take a sip
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream
I
and all those dreams
Come along where lost love stole a parking space
And, oh, what a girl
Oh, what a girl
What a lady
These images abound in my
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up
Vibrant flashes in my mind
Remind me of a foregone time
The blackened faces, broken romance
Blackened faces
My broken heart has bled
With
Late last night I had a dream
And she was in it again
She and I were in the sky
Flying hand in hand
I woke up in a cold sweat
Wishing she was by my
once and future dream
Oh baby, sing out, say it again
You will always be my once and future dream
Oh, lady-lady, ough-girl
If I swam so deep into
Yeah, vanish like a dream, baby
I wonder why you do these things to me
'Cause I'm worried
Yeah I just can't seem to find my way, baby
Ooh,
he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said, "Hold
I'm satisfied I did my best to make her dream come true
As she played out her fantasy before my eyes it seemed
A cowgirl came alive inside those tight
Manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs, you was wit'cha girls
I was in that Aftermath chain, you was in pearls
It was me against the world baby girl; you had
Baby until I'll be with you
I missed you girl, more than you'll ever know
I kept a little vigil by my window
Darlin' I did the same for you
Now no
the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin
Stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by
You're my love
You're my angel
You're the girl of my dreams
And I'd like to thank you
For waiting patiently
Daddy's home, your Daddy's home,
Upstairs in my lonely room
I would dream of being cool
With Julia
I lived in obsessive bliss
Carefully planning my first kiss
Off Julia
One day I was
ordered a la carte
I wonder if she will be
Always a fantasy
Will I ever find the girl in my mind?
The one who is my ideal
Maybe she's a dream and yet
the whole world down on its ear
People can love I'll make 'em cheer
Think of all the boys
Think of all the girls
That life is passing by
I can do it
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She
and the feel
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
little girl
She's guarded by a brave tin soldier
Sitting on her shoulder
Taken there
In a crystal lullaby
Sometimes when I listen
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