As our eyes meet... we smile.
I am taken into your arms... where I stay at.
For the whole day... we are always either holding hands
or just holding each other.
If we watch a movie... in your arms I am...
If we are sitting on a beach I am in front of you in
your arms.
If we are going for a walk in the woods.... we are
holding hands.
No matter what we are actually doing... I am actually
the center of your attention.
In essence I am your girlfriend.... even if just for
the day.
If a slow song plays on the radio.... I am swept up in
your arms for a dance.
Held really close.... like nothing else matters.
(This is what I crave.... this is what I need.
Not that I actually ever think that this girl will ever
be this special...
For this girl never will be the princess that I wanted
to be treated like...)
But later that night.... I would be under your
spell...
To do what you wanna do.
For I would owe my love so much for granting me this
wish.
Then before the sunrise sets..... my love ... would
slip out the door..
Like a faded memory...
Leaving me not knowing if I had a dream or if it
actually happened.
Then I look over on the pillow and there lays a
flower....
with a note.....
YOUR FANTASY
IS
MY FANTASY.