Oh, I dreamt a little dream,
It would seem such is the way of these kinds of things,
As one lace's up her best thigh high boot's to tread that path of making you scream,
Oh, I dreamt a little dream....
I sang a little song,
No, Dear, I can't tell you where you went wrong,
Or what I plan to do to you, for how long,
Yes, you guessed, So I sang my little song,
Right up to you, I twirl a little dance,
Whoever told you love was about romance?
Or that all good little boys get their chance?
I'll strut on my way, twirling my little dance,
Oh, for I dreamt such a pleasent dream,
I sang you such a sweet, sweet song,
Twirl for you such a daring dance,
But what good is the boy, with his heart cut out of his chest?

do all good boys take their chance?
or shall I never get to dance?
when i seek you company,
i wouldn't even mention romance.
so good boy/bad boy, silly man
who suggests there's a plan
i say sing me more snarly songs
and i shall rock you, all night long