looking at the gauguin on my wall i fall asleep thinking of the ladies lying on the porch they lie around wonder what they stay think about and i must be dreaming nothing is that wonderful nothing is that free nothing is that beatiful nothing is that free walking on the porch i look around to see her face standing right in front of her i kiss her very gently because after all you know she´s just a dream nothing is that wonderful nothing is that free nothing is that beatiful nothing is that free and she´s painfully pretty