Late night, slipping into darkness, waiting for the dreams to come|Bright light, smoky silhouette dressed|In a dream, gotta get me some.|Through the haze, I saw a girl I still can't quite believe|I've got a hell of an imagination, if this is what it conceived.||I wanna meet her, the girl from last night's dream|I wanna meet her, the girl from last night's dream.||Can't go living with illusion but now I'll just have to try|I know dreams are what she's made of|But I don't want to say goodbye.|We did some things I shouldn't talk about|But how good she made me feel|I woke with a smiling face, 'til I found out she wasn't real.||I wanna meet her, the girl from last night's dream|I wanna meet her, the girl from last night's dream.||This is no ordinary dream girl|She's the on I want for me.|