La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
All of his friends have been wondering
Why he spent so long with her
Hes so dark and moody
She is his sunshine girl
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
In the bed where they make love
Shes in a film on the sheets
He shows dreams like a movie
Shes the softness of cinema seats
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
He sees all of the girls
Like Demi Moore as she sighs
Dreams come true as he holds her
Til the Xs come up in her eyes
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Like roses grow in a church yard
Her skin as white as the milk
Just like a Sherpa Tensing
Under a Manilla silk
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la