I dream of Jeannie
When she
Calls me baby
And never for the first time
But always on the last try
I dream of Jeannie
When I
Get tired of my dry eyes
And my liver is bleeding
So please won't you kiss me
I'll be your good boy
I'll be your good boy
And I
I'll be your good boy
I dream of Jeannie
When she
Calls me pretty
But I want a future I can run from
Smiling at all the right guns
I dream of Jeannie
When it
All gets so boring
And my lung is collapsing
So won't you be so relaxing
I'll be your good boy
I'll be your good boy
And I
I'll be your
I'll be your good boy