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He was a real gargoyle of a man that captured that beautiful girl's hand
She fell like flowers from a cup
She let the mad man fill her up
He was a dream, he was a dream
He was a big old nasty thing
He flew over the wide open field
He taught her how to walk, talk and feel
She never had a chance, you see?
She had no swing to set her free
Only a dream, only a dream
Only a big old beautiful thing
He led her down the corridor
Imagination folk and lore
Like so many little birds, before
Secrets that she'd never tell
He was impressed she learnt so well
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal
She decided to enjoy the ride
She threw her cape over her brighter side
She tossed her innocence to the wind
Said "C'mon man, let's do it again
It's like a dream, it's like a dream
It's like I big old nasty thing"
Oh, where to next? She'll never know
But I'm sure it's a hell of a way to go
With her mouth shut down, chin propped up high
She'll figure out another alibi
Another scheme, another dream
Another big old nasty thing
She led him down her secret den
Like so many simpletons, he never knew or saw what was coming
Secrets that he'd never tell
Underneath the Swiss Canal
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal
Never underestimate a gal
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