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!
[Chorus:]
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'd 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!
[Chorus:]
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!
(Final chorus)
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!
