Strangers in a Dream

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You love your ryhthm 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 magazine
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?"
It's always you
I hate your long list of ex's
You love my eyes
Our clothes, we share, they are unisex
Lovers in disguise
Let's make out on the cover of magazine
We'll be king and queen
Let's get lost in the forest of gold and green
We're strangers in a dream