Did she stay with you ‘til morning?
Did she fly about the room
like a mystical seductress
with a black hat and a broom?
Did she cook you up a potion
sure to make you fall in love?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did you waltz across the ballroom
in those patent-leather pumps
or did you boogie in the mosh pit
taking in those grinds and bumps?
Did she swoon when you embraced her
as she praised the lord above?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did you dine in fine extravagance
froufrou by candlelight
or did you slam a couple burgers
at the bar on Friday night?
And does her southern mother really have her
wear white satin gloves?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did she stay with you ‘til morning?
Did she awake within your arms?
Did you promise to protect her
from all evil and all harm?
Is her touch that special feeling
that you’ll never get enough?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?