Song of the Day, 21 May 2003
05-21-2003, 01:27 PM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2022, 11:34 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
05-21-2003, 01:27 PM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2022, 11:34 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton
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 like Bill 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
(bridge)
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 roommate 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
-- Smithereens, Behind the Wall of Sleep
Dedicated to Doug's memory of Shadowwalker
(Edit: Minor corrections to lyrics)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
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 like Bill 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
(bridge)
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 roommate 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
-- Smithereens, Behind the Wall of Sleep
Dedicated to Doug's memory of Shadowwalker
(Edit: Minor corrections to lyrics)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.