Some of us spend hours   In front of a friday night mirror   Trying to understand the kinda world   Where the beautiful prosper   Slicking up the kinda hair   That the magazine's say's a lost cause   Picking out the kinda girl in your mind   To go walking with you      Yesterday I met a girl   She made marilyn monroe look like . . . me   All she had to do was walk in the room   And my problems were starting   Then she'd at me and she'd smile   And I feel feel such a pain in my heart   Wanting her to come and whisper to me   "you're the man of my dreams"      Beautiful world, beautiful world   Sending me dreams, touching my hair   Making me cry . . . so I feel alive   Beautiful world, why do I hide?       I dunno why   I should spend so much time feeling so bad   I got everything a sinner could hope to get   This side of eden   Maybe some day I'll wake up   And I'll do what I should   Write a song to make heaven and earth   Go waltzing in time      Repeat chorus