You're a weaver of dreams
You and your strange fascination
You're a weaver of dreams
You and your come heather smile
Just to hear you speak
Can leave me weak
As babe in arms, poor little babe
Hapless before your charms
For you're a weaver of dreams
You and your lips
Warm and tender
Just like magic it seems
Thrilling and enchanting me too
Am in your spell
And there's no cure
Am lost for sure
Cos you're a weaver of dreams
And I'm in love with you

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