Tác giả : Harry Connick, Jr.
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
I spent last night dreaming of your eyes 
But your hair kept getting in the way 
Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been 
But when I tried to kiss them 
My pillow told me I missed them 
 
Your voice dropped by and sang a lullaby 
And it was then I knew just what to do 
I'd fall asleep and then 
I'd dream of you again