Following up on the post on Ubie's blog, here's another entry in the playlist of delusional self-love. Bram Tchaikovsky's 1979 New Wave classic, "Girl of My Dreams."

Judy was an American girl.
She came in the morning with the U. S. mail,
Didn't say nothing but she looked pretty good to me.
Golden hair that shines so bright,
Loving eyes that smile on sight,
She could keep the secrets that we share in my world of dreams.
A man needs something when he ain't got nothing to hold on to.
And there ain't no telling when I feel like yelling, "I love you!"

Ooh, it gets lonely in the night when there ain't no one around.
Ooh, she makes me feel all right, kicks my feet right off the ground.

She's the girl of my dreams.
She's the girl of my dreams.

Judy does what I've asked her to.
She makes me happy when I feel blue.
She stares with the eyes of a child and gets me to my knees.
Her heart never beats in time
'Cept when it's beating close to mine.
I keep her from my friends, locked away with my fantasies.

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