In the city of dreams horses have no hair. In the city of dreams hold your breath and fly through the air. In the city of dreams you show up for school butt naked. But the best kind of dream is with a girl who didn’t fake it. In the city of dreams you drove your truck into the river. In the city of dreams you may come back a little sticky. In the city of dreams you run away from Tim Curry. But still the best kind of dream is with a girl that didn’t fake it. But still the best kind of dream is with a girl that didn’t fake it. No, no, no, no, no, no.
