You're my muse, you're my silly goose
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you
You're my one, you're my honey bun
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you
I can dream of you without snoring
And I'm lucky that that's true
Because everyone would know that I found them boring
Simply because they're not you
All I want to do is lay in the daisies
And daydream of you know who I'm referring to . . . you
You're my love, you're my star above
And every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you
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