Thoughts stuck on the tip of my pen
And I twist the ring on my finger again
They all called me ugly, so how could it be?
How could this dream ever happen to me?

Stood up on my birthday to my very first dance
Pointed my faults in the mirror all night in a trance
Now my face is what a man wants to wake to see
How could this dream ever happen to me?

Disappeared in the halls; blended into the walls
No on noticed me there except on trips and falls
But I'm who he found and wants to be a "we"
How could this dream ever happen to me?

I've loved all my friends; but always been so platonic
And I wanted to scream, go nova or supersonic
But this man, we look now at each other with glee
How could this dream ever happen to me?

The thoughts circle my mind and bleed from my pen
As I twist the ring on my finger again
For a spouse I have prayed to God a deep plea
Imagine my shock that, my dream, it happened to me