GIRLS:
Out of your dreams and into his arms
You long to fly

You don't need egyption smellin' salts to tell you why.

Out of your dreams and into the hush
Of fallin' shadows

When the mist is low
And stars are breakin' through

Then out of your dreams you'd go

Into a [bad word] [bad word]  oh!

Make up your mind, make up your mind, Laurey,
Laurey dear,
Make up your own, make up your own story,
Laurey dear!
Old pharaoh's daughter won't tell you what to do
Ask your heart, whatever it tells you will be [bad word] 

LAUREY:
Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly
I [bad word] as [bad word] to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I'll go
Into a dream with you.
Won't have to make up anymore stories
You'll be there!
Think of the bright midsummer night
Glories we can share.
Won't have to go on kissing a daydream
I'll have you
You'll be real
Real as the white moon lighting the blue.
Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly
I [bad word] as [bad word] to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through
Then out of my dreams I'll go
Into a dream with you.