We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Fool that I am, For falling in love with you. And a, fool that I am, For thinking you loved me, too. You took my heart, Then played the part of little coquette. And, all my dreams just disappeared Like the smoke from a cigarette. For hoping you'd

Dream a little dream of me Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore trees Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Stars shining bright above

I'm pretty when I cry I'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry Because I'm pretty when I cry All the pretty stars shine for you, my love Am I the girl that you dream of? All those little times you said that I'm your girl You make me feel like your

The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure

Thank God even crazy dreams come true There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you Hello, you long shots, you dark-horse runners Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers Hello, you wild magnolias just waiting to bloom I've stood at the bottom of

As little by little we gave you everything you ever dreamed of Little by little the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off Little by little you have to give it all in all your life And all the time I just ask myself why you're really here? You know I

Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

The shadow of your smile When you have gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes my love and see All the lovely things you are to me Our wistful little star It was far, too high A teardrop kissed your lips

Welcome to Burlesque, Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Ooh, everyone is buying, Put your money in my hand, Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it seems,