Lyrics:

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 asked 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 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.



Got your number form a friend of mine who lives in your home town.

Called you up to have a drink,

Your roommate said you weren't around.

Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend

And I've just got to find a way to 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.