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I'm ushered in by the maître d'his tone of voice don't appeal to meI've lost my flimmer and my flairand I dream about your sweet return'cause I don't need a lot if I got youthere's nothing I can do without youwe talk and drink cheap chardonnaylet's skip dessert, let's get on our waymy life was grey and out of tuneyou make me sway, you make me swoonwhen I sleep at night I twist and turnand I dream about your sweet return'cause I don't need a lot if I got youwithout youwithout youI'm nothing without youwhen I sleep at night I twist and turnand I dream about your sweet returnyou're the real mccoy, you're bona fideYou send me reeling on a carpet ridewhen I sleep at night I twist and turnand I dream about your sweet return'cause I don't need a lot if I got youthere's nothing I can do without younothing I can do without you Aus Songtexte Mania