Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, dream When I want you in my arms When I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to
Beyond this maze of city streets Beyond those painted faces There's a road that leads to cool green fields And girls who're dressed in laces Everyone
Since we met, I sit around and want you I don't do the things I ought to do I'm so in love, I let the world go by me Nothing matters but you, nothing
It's hard to remember Pittsburgh properly It's hard to recall what I did in D.C. No vivid remembrance of things in L.A. The times and the places have
It was the Senior High School yearbook, the class of '63 I'll never forget the way you gave your book and pen to me It was all talked out and settled,
The barroom is closin' And the bartender sacks me six to go There's two losers left here Me and some girl I don't know We walk out together With no one
I hope your radio won't play until I've had my say I hope your mail always fails to reach you Until you wanna hear from me I hope your wristwatch goes
She's the prettiest girl and town and she sure knows it The way she walks and the way she talks sure shows it I hate that stuck-up so-and-so But there
Asleep Please, oh, please let me fall asleep It's like heaven when I sleep Until morning I forget her I lie awake in my lonely bed In a room without
I'll never let you see The way my broken heart is hurtin' me I've got my pride and I know how to hide All my sorrow and pain I'll do my cryin' in the
Don't blame me, for falling in love with you I'm under your spell, but how can I help it Don't blame me Can't you see, when you do the things you do
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet? Who's gonna glove your little hand? Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips? Mmm Papa's gonna shoe your pretty
When I love, I get a feeling Like I'm traveling through the sky On the wings of a nightingale As I ride my head is reeling But I don't even wonder why
Never felt like this until I kissed ya How did I exist until I kissed ya Never had you on my mind Now you're there all the time Never knew what I missed
Wine is sweet and gin is bitter You drink all you can but you won't forget her You talk too much, you laugh too loud You see her face in every crowd
There was mornin? train used to come on through When this sleepy town was alive And ever? Sunday we would come and see Some mighty fancy people arrive
Problems, problems, problems all day long Will my problems work out right or wrong? My baby don?t like anything I do My teacher seems to feel the same