Girl of My Dreams

Fresh shower and a shave First one I've had in days Clean pressed jammies, and new sheets Off to meet the girl of my dreams I pull down tight on the shades Hoping against hope I'm not running late We get together most Saturday nights When I pull up the covers and shut out the lights I often wonder where we'll go As neither of us ever really knows Where the mind travels in its comatose state Or where dream girls like to go on dates We might end up at some fancy dance Or a beach somewhere in the South of France It all depends on her or is that depends on me When I'm out cold with the girl of my dreams Sometimes I play her hero well But not that super if the truth I must tell Slowing moving as if in a dream Most Saturday nights in my sleep Over time she has never changed In fact even I look pretty much the same Whenever we have a chance to meet Out on a date with the girl of my dreams