Lyrics:

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

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 Just 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
behind The Wall Of Sleep
behind The Wall Of Sleep
behind The Wall Of Sleep