Sweet dreams of you.
Every night I go through you.
Why can't I forget the past and start loving someone new?
Instead of having sweet dreams about you.
You don't love me.
It's plain.
I should have known I never wear your rain.
Oh, I should hate you the whole night through.
Instead of having sweet dreams about you.
Oh, instead of having sweet dreams about you.
About you.
Ladies and gentlemen, Reba McIntyre.
Thank you.
Thank you.