strangers in a dream

you love your rhythm and poetry

i love my sins

my 'international mystery'

i let you in

you hate the odd gap between my teeth

i love your curls

your skin i want to get underneath

my pin-up girl

let's make out on the cover of magazines

we'll be king and queen

let's get lost in the forest of gold and green

we're strangers in a dream

you love your bags of potato chips

i love them too

who'll make the next refrigerator trip?"