She had hair like Jeannie Shipton back in 1965 She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal If she'd ask me to I'd murder I would gladly lose my soul Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep Well she held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band And she stood just likeBill Wyman, now I am her biggest fan Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your hometown Called you up to have a drink your room mate said you weren't around Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep Behind the wall of sleep
