[bad word] to me in a dream
And I don't even know her name
pretty mark upon her breast
To signify her from the rest
But her and I are just the same
Building bridges outta fame
She stands upon a dinner plate
And tells me that I'll have to wait

(Oooh, Wait for me)
I know it won't be easy
What a thing
To believe
In a dream

Perhaps I knew her long ago
I wrote her poems at nine years old
But then I did [bad word] a man
The letter slipped right through my hands
Practiced all my wit and charm
Had many girls on every arm
I learned the depths of love and hate
But never did learn how to wait

Wait for you
You say it like it's easy to do
What a thing
To believe
In a dream

I hope you know that all my life
I have been searching for a wife
partner and a confidant
The girl who wants the things I want
girl who [bad word] along
Cuz she's already where I'm goin'
I stand upon a broken stage
I beg ya darling, please, please wait

Wait for me
I know it won't be easy
What a thing
To believe
In a dream