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 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 magazines We'll be king and queen Let's get lost in the forest of gold and green We're strangers in a dream