She’s Surreal

She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's the cool cat that stole the cream She's got a starring role in the perfect dream She's hot to trot, she's cool, but hot Zips from head to toe, she uncovers the lot She's got a magic garden that's in full bloom She's a magician, she eats mushrooms She's a bubble floating 'round in a bubble machine She's a shaft of gold, if you know what I mean She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's a puzzle, but there is no answer to find Her clues are cryptic, you know the kind She likes to turn me in, has my interests at heart Tunes me in, turns me on, and kickstart! She's a goddess, the devil, the inbetween She's the blood in my veins, she's the heart of my scene She makes me feel like a deranged hippie Watching her drift, you know, it's kinda trippy She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's got a fine line in sophistication She knocks me out cold for the duration Maybe I'm hallucinating, maybe she's unreal But when she comes and makes my day, I know it's the real deal And though it seems like a dream, she reminds me I'm alive I can see, feel, smell, touch, sure I'm alive Cosmic goddess, la belle lovechild Of Brian Jones and Barbarella, man, she's wild She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal When she's in hoop stockings, really does my head I know I've got to have her or I know that I'm dead She's a cruise on the clutch, man, she's too much I should frame her and mark her, "please don't touch" She's drifting through, she's a cloud passing by She's a streamlined cocktail bar in the sky Spikes her rain with champagne "It's snowing, Charles", and she's illing again She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal She's surreal She's so surreal She's so surreal