Susan Boyle DayDream Believer
| Oh, I could hide 'neath
the wings * Of the bluebird as she sings. Six o'clock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise, * Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. My shavin' razor's cold and it stings. Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. * Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer * And a homecoming queen. You once thought of me * As a white knight on a steed. Now you know how happy I can be. * Now a good times start and end Without dollar one to spend. * How much, baby, do we really need. Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. * Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer * And a homecoming queen. Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. * Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer * And a homecoming queen. Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. * Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer * And a homecoming queen. |
