But I forgot the way
I asked for your plate
From the french waiter who dropped
Our shared piece of cheese cake
I remember it started with a stutter
And ended with a kiss
You were like melted butter
But I was more like margarine
Underneath the willow trees
I'm pretty sure you asked for roses
With the thorns all taken out
But I think I got a few lengths of hoses
And just covered them all up
Moses supposes
I only wish that I could see you in person
The way you were in that dream
Because the sun on the lake
And you standing there without a mistake
Was too beautiful to remember
I just have to see it again
So maybe I'll go to bed
Alone in a bed two acres too big
And maybe if I'm lucky
I'll dream the dream of how I asked you out
That started with a stutter and ended with a kiss
and took us across the world
Back to my bed
Now with an occupancy of two
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