I dream all day of a soft pillow
In which to place my head,
And dream of fantasies of you
And the day we met,
How sorry I am if
We don’t commence what we started,
For my heart aches for another
To start the day again
I dream all day of a soft pillow
In which to place my head,
And dream of fantasies of you
And the day we met,
How sorry I am if
We don’t commence what we started,
For my heart aches for another
To start the day again