Texty: Aaron Tippin. In My Wildest Dreams.

I?ve built a million raving beauties out of pure make-believe
Hopin? my imagination might run away with me
Thought I?d pictured every vision that a man could dream about
Till you walked through those swinging doors
And stepped down off that cloud

What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?
A walkin?, talkin?, lovin? fantasy
Did you come here tonight just to rescue me?
What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?

I thought I?d died and went to heaven when you sat down next to me
Lord, and I said to myself this is too good to believe
You look like you belong in a Sunday school choir
Instead of in this honky tonk settin? me on fire

What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?
A walkin?, talkin?, lovin? fantasy
Did you come here tonight just to rescue me?
What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?

Are you just wishful thinkin?, a figment of my mind?
I?ll worry about that tomorrow, right now it?s closing time

What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?
A walkin?, talkin?, lovin? fantasy
Did you come here tonight just to rescue me?
What?s an angel like you doing in my wildest dreams?