She's dreamy to the max

She makes me quiver

I tried to make a joke
You didn't seem to listen
The café was full of smoke
And I was fiercely bitten
The wind outside could bite
But love for you was savage
Was my conversation trite
Or weighed down with luggage?

She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver

The soft suede of her boots
"You admit you are neurotic"
Your Maxfield Parrish suits
"Is style like a narcotic"
But if I can't be debonair
I'll just be gaunt and gothic
"Can we make a pair"
Yes that would be exotic

She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver

I love you massively
I love you passively
Tip toe to my kisses
Give me my best wishes

She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max

She's dreamy to the max

The soft suede of her boots
"You admit you are neurotic"
Your Maxfield Parrish suits
"Is style like a narcotic"
But if I can't be debonair
I'll just be gaunt and gothic
"Can we make a pair"
Yes that would be exotic.

She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max