Lyrics:
born a little girl last May
No sooner can a Douglas Fir light up her face
Than we're strapping it to the car
For to trim it by the fireplace
With
I grew up a little girl with
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
whom you put it there
You never smile girl, you never speak
You just walk on by, darlin' week after week
Raising two kids alone in this mixed up
nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
Until I
Surf's up, school's out
I got a criminal urge to twist and shout
I've been searching my whole life through
For some perfect dream imagined in my
and dim the lights
Cause we got love times love
It's always there for us to share
And girl it sure feels good to know
You're by my side
Cause we're just
whom you put it there
You never smile girl, you never speak
You just walk on by, darlin' week after week
Raising two kids alone in this mixed up
I was waltzing by the Ohio, river of dreams
With the girl of my dreams in my arms
And the music, beautiful music
Was the breeze through the trees
I washed my hands of us at the club
You made a mess of me
I pictured you with other girls in love
Then threw up on the street
Like waiting for
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
You can tell by my Mañana
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
And not Havana
Though I does the rhumba for yas
And I call myself
queens
Everything for the girl next door
Manhattan styles, Parisian look
Lipstick and cheekbones by the book
She'll never leave you wanting more
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
Of a real live girl
the rest of my life
And as I think of you more every day
There's only one thing, girl, I can say
And that's, girl, I think the world about you, whoo
A fella needs a girl to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll
in the sand
With the beautiful girl that I met made in Japan
The beauty of her face was beyond my wildest dreams
Like cherry blossoms blooming in
dreaming dreams each blessed by night
I will find a promised paradise
With you there, I'll spend my life
In our hearts there are no others
We are bound
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
dreaming dreams each blessed by night
I will find a promised paradise
With you there, I'll spend my life
In our hearts there are no others
We are bound
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
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
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
It's like a jungle, out here
So much struggle, out here
And my dream's still unphased
Greed still the cousin of death
Always feels like always
York, New York
New York City, baby
It's like a jungle, out here
So much struggle, out here
And my dream's still unphased
Greed still the cousin
burnin' yeah,
But I'd say she's about as gone as a girl can get.
She don't even show up in my dreams at night,
But my stubborn ol' memory keeps
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