A dreamy spoon And a pink eyed sun Make sense of this kiss Dressed in morning breath Never before tolerated Before this crush And a mob of mutinous magazine models Matched with the whirlings of dervishes harmonize In a delicate divide To make a head of hair to crown love She is lying here before me sleeping Hit the deck 'Cause I'm comin' in And you can bet I'm swinging Fairy tales And old friends yesterday kept unite Night after night To make a gallery of ghosts to guard her from this crush And a mob of mutinous magazine models Matched with the whirlings of dervishes harmonize In a delicate divide To make a head of hair to crown love She is lying here before me sleeping In her garden of bad dream's flowers She can't help herself from watering Lying here before me sleeping Hit the deck 'Cause I'm comin' in And you can bet I'm swinging Hit the deck 'Cause I'm comin' in And you can bet I'm swinging And I will drive my Cinderella's pumpkin carriage Oh, and I will wash her clean of the germs that cut in my dance Bring the bathwater Dodging d**h And fate's bad plans for me again I will give up the stardom of hell To be a slave in her own little heaven I pray She is lying here before me sleeping In her garden of bad dream's flowers She can't help herself from watering, yeah, yeah From watering From watering From watering Oh... Oh... Oh...