Lyric Sweet Dreams (P Judd) 5:07
Cunning as a con-man, shrewd as a liar
I went weak in the knees, the first time I saw you
Deep inside, day to day ritual
Oh give it a try
Do what you will, look out now!
But I ve seen it all before
It s nothing new to me
A living legend, like 15 million other, angels
Try as I do, I can never get through
I only got as far, as the back seat of my car
It s all very well to cry now
Yes it s all very well to lie now
Now I m wasting my time, clutching at straws (yeah)
You know damn well, what s mine is yours
Rich man or poor, duchess or whore
I haven t got time for, either or
I can t get over it
Thank God the storms passed over
I ll settle down I guess
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Matovani, Martini and money
I fell for your etiquette
The first time we ever met
You really socked it to me
With your finger snap rhythym
Look out now, break-up
You ve got it all figured out
Ten to one I lose
Drop your lovers noose and swing me
Cruelly deprived, I don t know how you ve survived
Romantic theories of the pixies and fairies
Looking in retrospect seldom wrong but never correct
Emotions are aired like carpets out to dry
I can t get over it
Thank God the storms passed over
I ll settle down I guess
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams every once in a while
Well you wouldn t know me from a bar of soap
A part of the furniture, an ornament, a rocking chair
It s all very well to cry now
Sweet dreams every once in a while
I went weak in the knees, the first time I saw you
Deep inside, day to day ritual
Oh give it a try
Do what you will, look out now!
But I ve seen it all before
It s nothing new to me
A living legend, like 15 million other, angels
Try as I do, I can never get through
I only got as far, as the back seat of my car
It s all very well to cry now
Yes it s all very well to lie now
Now I m wasting my time, clutching at straws (yeah)
You know damn well, what s mine is yours
Rich man or poor, duchess or whore
I haven t got time for, either or
I can t get over it
Thank God the storms passed over
I ll settle down I guess
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Matovani, Martini and money
I fell for your etiquette
The first time we ever met
You really socked it to me
With your finger snap rhythym
Look out now, break-up
You ve got it all figured out
Ten to one I lose
Drop your lovers noose and swing me
Cruelly deprived, I don t know how you ve survived
Romantic theories of the pixies and fairies
Looking in retrospect seldom wrong but never correct
Emotions are aired like carpets out to dry
I can t get over it
Thank God the storms passed over
I ll settle down I guess
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams every once in a while
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams every once in a while
Well you wouldn t know me from a bar of soap
A part of the furniture, an ornament, a rocking chair
It s all very well to cry now
Sweet dreams every once in a while