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
So who'll make the next refrigerator trip?
It's always you
I hate your long list of exes
You love my eyes
Our clothes, we share, they are unisex
Lovers in disguise
How do we go?
How do we go? Yeah
How do we go?
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