The Smithereens Follow

She had hair like Jeannie Shipton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal
If she'd ask me to I'd murder I would Gladly lose my soul

Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Well she held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman, now I am her biggest fan
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your hometown
Called you up to have a drink your room mate said you weren't around
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her, sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep

She had hair like Jeannie Shipton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal