Transcribed by Mark Dorset


Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /


All of his friends have been wondering /
why he spent so long with her; /
he's so dark and moody, /
she is his sunshine girl. /


Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /


In the bed where they make love /
she's in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
she's the softness of cinema seats. /


Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /


He sees all of the girls /
like Demi Moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the X's come up in her eyes. /


Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /


Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a Sherpa Tensing /
under a Manilla silk. /


Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /