Max Jury Dreams song lyrics

You're a god blassed, well dressed socialite queen

I'm a redneck, half-drunk traller park breed

when we go to parties, you don't want to be seed

with a boy, with a boy, with a boy like me

I've been hanging around whit the old silk hat

Listening to the stories that the bums spit out

while you're off in some wonderland

Looking for a parallel kind of men

I said looking for a parallel kind of men

Halloween I bought you twelve white roses

You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel

I was scared of heights

So New York stole ya

why can't it just be real

why is it never real

In a brooken down, brooken down, brooken down van

On the side of the road where the city ends

You're a dream, you're a dream, you're a dream I hed

Dreams are not real, baby they're just that

Dreams are not real, baby they're just that

Dreams are not real, baby they're just that