Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

Dreams are made for children Dim the light, little man And tonight, little man On a ship of dreams you'll sail And a dream is a fairytale You don't need a magic wand To see all that lies beyond If you just believe in fairyland Fairyland appears

Through my head, All the life running through her hair, Dreams are made winding through my head, The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, Approaching guiding light, Our shallow years in fright, Before you know, Awake, Your lives are open

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

Then I think that I've seen enough Oh, I've given you all of my love But it's still not enough Oh, if this is what dreams are made of Give a little time to me Give a little trust and you'd see Give a little peace of mind You never know what you might

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in