Love is like dragging your balls across barbed wire
She rehearses every day from a hang glider
She had a wrestling bout, with a trope of local sea scouts
Got them all in a pool of mud
All the time wearing boxing gloves
You can hear them crying from the third floor above

That's what dreams are made of... (3x)

She wears pit boots, woodbines and loves being dirty
Her bank manager plays dog says wood and don't hurt me
You've seen her magazines, how the hell does she keep her teeth clean?
Doing something that's loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She's got the cheek to say she's on a mission from God

That's what dreams are made of... (3x)

You've seen her magazines, how the hell does she keep her teeth clean?
Doing something that's loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves
She's got the cheek to say she's on a mission from God

That's what dreams are made of...