DAYDREAM BELIEVER
by J.Stewart
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
of the blue-bird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shaving razor's cold and it strings.
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Cheer up sleepy Jean.
Oh,what can it mean to a daydream believer
and a home coming Queen.
You once thought of me
as a white-knight on a stead.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh,and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend,
But how much,baby,do we really need