She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965   She had legs that never ended   I was halfway paralyzed   She was tall and cool and pretty    And she dressed as black as coal   If she asked me to I'd murder    I would gladly lose my soul      Now I lie in bed and think of her   Sometimes I even weep   Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep      Well she held a bass guitar    And she was playing in a band   And she stood just like Bill Wyman   Now I am her biggest fan   Now I know I'm one of many    Who would like to be your friend   And I've got to find a way    to let you know I'm not like them      Now I lie in bed and think of her   Sometimes I even weep   Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep      Got your number from a friend of mine    who lives in your home town   Called you up to have a drink   Your roommate said you weren't around   Now I know I'm one of many    who would like to be your friend   And I've got to find a way    to to let you know I'm not like them      Now I lie in bed and think of her   Sometimes I even weep   Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep      Behind the wall of sleep