by M.Y.M.P.
I could build a mansion that is higher than the trees I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please I could fly to Paris,
It's at my beck and call Why do I live my life alone with nothing at all? But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true... I can be the singer or the clown in every room I can call up someone to take me to the moon I can put my makeup on and drive the men insane I can go to bed alone and never know his name But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true...
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