Love is like dragging your b**** across barbed wire
She rehearses every day from a hang glider she had a wrestling bout
With a trope of local sea scouts got them all in a pool of mud
All the time wearing boxing gloves you can hear them crying from the third floor above
That''s what dreams are made of...
She wears pit boots, woodbines and loves being dirty
Her bank manager plays dog says wood and don''t hurt me
You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean
Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God
That''s what dreams are made of...
You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean
Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God
That''s what dreams are made of...
She rehearses every day from a hang glider she had a wrestling bout
With a trope of local sea scouts got them all in a pool of mud
All the time wearing boxing gloves you can hear them crying from the third floor above
That''s what dreams are made of...
She wears pit boots, woodbines and loves being dirty
Her bank manager plays dog says wood and don''t hurt me
You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean
Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God
That''s what dreams are made of...
You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean
Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God
That''s what dreams are made of...