let me tell you about my guy long golden locks and a twinkle in his eye he wears boots and he ain t no sissy he tries to drown himself in bottles of whiskey but he still floats my dreamboat it s not the record deals it s just your gleaming grills and your looks that kill that stole my heart for real you don t use soap my dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat he s my boo and i m my baby he won t leave me and i don t mean maybe he writes songs for me and everybody can see that we re meant to be together eternally he s how i cope with my dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat dreamboat