Lyrics
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
All of his friends have been wondering
Why he spent so long with her
He's so dark and moody
She is his sunshine girl
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
In the bed where they make love
She's in a film on the sheets
He shows dreams like a movie
She's the softness of cinema seats
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
He sees all of the girls
Like Demi Moore as she sighs
Dreams come true as he holds her
'Til the X's come up in her eyes
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Like roses grow in a church yard
Her skin as white as the milk
Just like a Sherpa Tensing
Under a Manilla silk
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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