Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dream Girl, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Face, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2012
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Dream Girl |
I assume you’ve met before |
No we haven’t actually |
Hi, my name’s Daniel |
And who might you be? |
She introduced herself |
Then I/he offered her/me a drink |
Now we’re together |
S/he's the one for me |
She wants to be a vegan but still eats cheese sandwiches |
Holidays in Sweden, speaks three languages |
Mandarin Chinese, Norwegian and English |
Good girl most of the time but dabbles in cannabis |
Which has its advantages for imaginative fantasists |
A bit of an anarchist political activist but isn’t a twat with it |
Has an ambition to make cinema, act in it |
In fact, she’s already written a manuscript |
She’s the whole package, gift wrapped in bandages |
Ready to be unravelled now she’s found the right man to kiss |
Sometimes we’re out and other lads try and chat her up |
But she always has the perfect comeback to back her up |
Before I saw her, I thought that I was lacking luck |
But my next decision was ditching pessimism, pack it up |
How could I hate a world that made this girl how she looks |
So if you’re asking me my fantasy, that’s the stuff |
Girl of my dreams |
She’s the one for me |
Girl of my dreams |
Certainly the one for me |
She’s got a soft spot for prog rock, often wears odd socks |
Not because she’s kooky, but just because she’s got lots |
Of other things on her mind like what time One Stop’s |
Open so we can make some late night Quorn hot dogs |
Like me, see, she’s got a wonky body clock |
Sometimes it’s tomorrow before she nods off |
With her it’s non-stop, she makes night brighter than the daytime |
Utilises every second on the clock |
We’ve got a lot in common — great minds |
So we often say the same lines at the same time |
She’s the alto counterpoint to my bassline |
I knew she had soul when I heard it through the grapevine |
Marvin Gaye, Sly Stone, Curtis Mayfield |
Bill Withers, Billie Holiday, Dusty Springfield |
She’ll spin vinyl, and I like the things she plays |
I’m acquiring a taste for the the finer things of late |
She’ll listen to bebop from 1958 |
Coleman, Coltrane, Tyner, Mingus, Davis |
I’d find them in her playlist, that’s when I’d begin to say |
This is too good to be true; |
it’s like I’ve been to Vegas |
The way that I’ve hit the jackpot, it’s nice to think I’ve made it |
Light of my life, when she’s shining, it’s amazing |
My spine was tingling ages once my eyes had seen her face |
Because her smile’s an invitatition to a better place |
Let us celebrate |
With her monogamy is never monotony |
She’s got lots of opinions which she expresses honestly |
She dresses modestly, but knows she’s sexy (obviously) |
Talks filthy but still says every letter properly |
She’s got a Monopoly on me, hot property |
But she knows well that a posh hotel is not for me |
She’ll pop an e but never have a pop at me |
For being drug free because she’s seen me when I’m ugly |
Acting abominably and she still loves me phenomenally |
When I go wrong, I just follow her lead |
Come along with me, she says, because I wanna sleep together |
So we throw our overcoats on and leave for heaven |
She’s into literature, in particular, De Bernières |
Firmly aware that living’s all about the journey there |
She isn’t into girly affairs like perming her hair |
But it’s sweet, she still sleeps with her first teddy bear |
And when it’s early, she wears no make up, and has puffy eyes |
But I find it a great look because she’s mine |
She looks fine with her hair tied up or even better down |
I swear that no-one looks better in a dressing gown |
She’s so giggly that her nose goes wrinkly |
Simply because I’ve been up to bring her a drink, you see |
I’m into coffee, she likes a hot cup of tea |
That’s one of the few topics on which we do not agree |
She watches old films, ticks ones off she hasn’t seen |
Her guilty pleasure’s reading gossip magazines |
Now I often have a real problem with what I can believe |
But seeing her, there’s not a chance I’m dreaming |
She’s certainly the one for me |
Man I really adore her |
So I’m perching on my knee |
And I’m kneeling before her |
Six months' salary |
On the ring that I’ve bought her |
I ask her «Will you marry me?» |
And she says «Dan, of…» |
Errr no, for Pete’s sake |
I had the girl of my dreams and wasn’t even awake |