Type O Negative Stay Out Of My Dreams
I shant think of her when I'm awake However in sleep I can't escape A Coney Island high when I get inside All I ask is please stay out of my dreams Near the streets of Richmond and Hylan Dwells the Princess of Staten Island A seven dollar toll will get me in her hole All I ask is please stay out of my dreams Though long gone, she won't let me forget When at night I wake up in her sweat A lonely Brooklyn troll, a ghost of Red Hook old All I ask is please stay out of my dreams With your straight black hair and emerald green eyes Hippies pointing "That's Pete's sister in disguise" Maybe you had uttered those words as a jest I don't mind the allegations of incest At the time I thought I could love no other Till I heard you say that I was your brother In your e-mail said how much we look like twins How it turned you on just knowing it's a sin Stay out of my dreams
