you're the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this? You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) Sweet dream
) I can feel your heartbeat (Running through me) Heartbeat, feel your heartbeat Maybe it's the way you move You got me dreaming like a fool That I could
me) I can feel your heartbeat (Running through me) Heartbeat, feel your heartbeat Maybe it's the way you move You got me dreaming like a fool That I
I can feel your heartbeat (running through me) Your heartbeat, feel your heartbeat Maybe it's the way you move You got me dreaming like a fool That I
can feel your heartbeat (Running through me) Your heartbeat, feel your heartbeat Maybe it's too way you move You got me dreaming like a fool There I
as far as you want to Wings, maybe we don't have wings But we can do anything, anything Look at me, I'm dreaming I just gave the moon a high five Don
to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream.
stove Now I'm everywhere that your iPod go Everything I seen was a dream just a moment ago But it was just a dream just a moment ago I was up so high
that I know Through all the highs and lows 'Cause life is like a slide show And all the things that I've seen And all the things that I dream You can
maybe i need some rehab or maybe just need some sleep i got a sick obsession im seeing it in my dream im walking down every alley im making im making
how it feels to be over you for real, until I do I keep writing songs about you I got a stack of papers so high and it's all about you baby Keep thinking maybe
long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe
dad were still in love, In 1979 It was a good, good year. Oh oh ohhh Disco couldn't survive With the Dream Police and Rock N Roll High Blondie brought
excited so dey catchin every drop. I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high
dey catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high
batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated
Oh, some times I think back to when I was younger Life was so much simpler then Dad would be up at dawn He'd be watering the lawn Or maybe going fishing
starred in every high school play Blew every drama teacher away I graduated first in my class at Juilliard Took every acting workshop I could And I dreamed