I could have a mansion that is higher than the treesI could have all the gifts I wantAnd never ask, pleaseI could fly to Paris, oh, that's at my beck and callWhy do I go through life with nothing at all?But when I dream, I dream of youMaybe someday you will come trueI can be the singer or the clown in every roomI can even call someone to take me to the moonI can put my makeup on and drive the men insaneI can go to bed alone and never know his nameBut when I dream, I dream of youMaybe someday you will come trueBut when I dream, I dream of youMaybe someday you will come true