Dream Girl

Dreamin bout a girl with my mind on her twirls. Her hair spun down to her skirt as she spun through my world. I stood and stared as she danced around as if she didn't care; who was here, there, or where she was going. And the evolution of mannequins on the streets were growing. It was just me and her. Both of us stopping to notice one another. We were two lights of the same color amongst the rest of the clutter. I still remeber when we use to dance on the streets with our bodies as they sway. I'll never forget my babe, not then, not now, not even after I pass away.