You're a god blessed Well dressed socialite queen I'm a redneck Half-drunk trailer park breed
When we go to parties You don't want to be seen With a boy, with a boy With a boy like me
I've been hanging around with the old silk hat Listening to the stories that the bums spit out While you're off in some wonderland Looking for a parallel kind of man I said looking for a parallel kind of man
Halloween I bought you twelve white roses You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel I was scared of heights So New York stole ya Why can't it just be real Why is it never real
In a broken down, broken down, broken down van On the side of the road where the city ends You're a dream, you're a dream, you're a dream I had Dreams are not real, baby they're just that Dreams are not real, baby they're just that Dreams are not real, baby they're just that
