That Kind Of Dream

I think I dreamed about sex last night, though not in any way that allowed me to wake up with any sense of satisfaction or celebration. Damn, what's the hell's the good of that kind of dream?! Reminded me of some kind of funky Randy Newman song where people get to leave their hats on during sex play or talk about kangaroos and Italian shoes, you know? A man could get the shivers.

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YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON
by Randy Newman

Baby, take off your coat...(real slow)
Baby, take off your shoes...(here, I'll take your shoes)
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go on over there and turn on the light...no, all the lights
Now come back here and stand on this chair...that's right
Raise your arms up in to the air...shake 'em
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live

Suspicious minds are talking
Trying to tear us apart
They say that my love is wrong
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
I know what love is

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