She was the queen of the scene
She walked about with class
and her eyes began to sing
I knew this beautiful lady
She looked like she'd give her life
I see the peace that's in her soul
I ask myself, could this be the one?
I'm intoxicated by the dream
I'm intoxicated by the dream
I'm intoxicated by the memory
So I'll tell you the rest of the story
She strode across the floor
and a smile came on her face
that no outside could replace
I listened to my heartbeat
as it pounded out so loud
I reasoned why she stood out
from so many in the crowd
set on heaven for herself
Now that's a type of health
that's more valuable than wealth
cause it might turn out that way
That's right, I'm talking about
I'm intoxicated by the dream
so I'm going to play my guitar
for a little bit, uh -huh,