From the film “She’s Working Her Way Through College”, 1952. Words by Sammy Cahn. Music by Vernon Duke.
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I’m sure that Mister Freud
Would really be annoyed
If I presumed to contradict him
To him all dreams are explainable
As the longing of the weak for the unattainable
Admitting Mister Freud was very, very wise
My personal dreams I alone can analyze
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A boy and a Miss, a hug and a kiss
The feeling that heaven was never like this
That’s the stuff that dreams are made of
The stars in the skies, that gleam in her eyes
The way you believe all the little white lies
That’s the stuff that dreams are made of
To dream is an ideal thing
Espec’ily when your dream becomes the real thing
The happiest day, the bridal bouquet
The preacher who tells you to love and obey
Then that honeymoon up above
Yes, that’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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A boy and a Miss, a hug and a kiss
The feeling that heaven was never like this
That’s the stuff that dreams are made of
The stars in the skies, that gleam in her eyes
The way you believe all the little white lies
That’s the stuff that dreams are made of
Before you start to pan it
You’d better think of something better than it
The happiest day, the bridal bouquet
The preacher who tells you to love and obey
Then that honeymoon up above
Yes, that’s the stuff that dreams are made of