Transcribed by mark dorset

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

All of his friends have been wondering /
Why he spent so long with her; /
Hes so dark and moody, /
She is his sunshine girl. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

In the bed where they make love /
Shes in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
Shes the softness of cinema seats. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

He sees all of the girls /
Like demi moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the xs come up in her eyes. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
Her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a sherpa tensing /
Under a manilla silk. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala...