It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had

Baby, I'm dreamin Someday I'll find her And I'm still reminded Maybe she's best in dreams She's still the best I've seen Out on her windowsill Baby remember Maybe I'm out of luck

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

I can't give you anything but love, baby. That's the only thing I've plenty of,baby. Dream awhile, scheme awhile We're sure to find Happiness and I guess All those things you've always pined for. Gee I'd like to see you looking swell, baby. Diamond

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Baby won't you dance with me Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt And all is darkness in my room Baby take a chance I'm feeling kind of hurt I had a dream last night That I was piloting a plane

If you were there you'd know That I care If you were there you'd know I care for you baby You're the one that makes my day a dream come true Yet and still you wander if I think of you You ought to see how the other girls behave when you're not round And

And we don't need nothing e-e-e-lse And I say to people, "that's my lady" I don't want no trust fund baby (no, I don't want me) I don't really want no trust fund baby And all we used to dream about Is getting rich and getting out Move to the nicer part

Keep your head up I've got this feeling The tide is turning now baby A single star behind me A red sky burns ahead A lonely light below me Awake among the dead An overwhelming feeling Leaves me numband strange

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it) So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to My baby's fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I'm the one he's walking to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole