Mrs. Sandman

Sandman
With an umbrella drink
And you getting a tan

Asking for a chance
Love doesn’t think
You’re a woman; I’m a man

A princess from some distant land
Connected by a link
Entice me like you can

Want you to understand
Words in ink
I love you, I can

But how I ran
Went back to sleep
Winning you… damn

Dreaming of you, no sheep or lambs
Paradise in the ink
Sandman
And you getting a tan

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