Lyrics

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la 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 La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la 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 La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la 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 La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Like roses grow in a church yard Her skin as white as the milk Just like a Sherpa Tensing Under a Manilla silk La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Writer(s): Bob Stanley, Peter Stewart Wiggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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