Had a dream.
And you were my dream.
Saw your face.
Real in a dream.

Sugar mouth.
Stings like a bee.
Dreams with me at night.
Come around.

An image of you.
And I want.
The most I can get
Come around

And I'll bet the rent
You're angel walking street
Knowing each little mystery in me
Ok, well nobody knows my truest name

Bet you yours is the same
You make me feel good
Can't get you off the tip of my tongue
You're Honey

In my mouth
Your satisfaction is the drug that I'm on
When my condition is dragging me down
You drown the ugliness out

Ok
In a word
You sold me a gift
And the word

No longer could fit
What you mean
And that word is: free
Free to change and move

And we climb
The ladder to heaven
In my dream, we're climbing to heaven
A sublime satisfaction is waiting

Waiting to be consumed
As soon as you make a move
Ok, nobody knows my truest name
Bet you yours is the same

You make me feel good
I know you have a plan to break away

Yes, I overheard
Yes, I heard what you said
Yes, I heard what you said

Ok
Pack your bags and slip out

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Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, Richard Whiting, Seymour Simons