you see, I have this picture, all perfect and prettyin which all is all that it seemswith a white picket fence home away from the cityto live the American Dreamand it’s you girlthat I see beside meit’s you girlyou’re still on my mindand it’s you girl that I see beside me in timehow I long for the 50’s in all of its glorywhen Dean was the man and Monroe always smiledI know life ain’t a movie, no dime novel storybut I go for either the truth or a lieand it’s you girl that I see beside meit’s you girl you’re still on my mindand it’s you girl that I see beside me in timeso many boys are so damn close to perfectso many boys so much funner than mebut I’ll try my hardest to make us so happyso just like the good Lord meant it to beand it’s you girlthat I see beside meit’s you girlI stare myself blindand it’s you girl that I see beside me in timeand it’s you girlthat I see beside meit’s you girlI know my own mindand it’s you girl all of the timeall of the time