[Ada Dyer]
Ooh, Yeah
Everyday I think of love
Thank the angels up from above
They sent you into my world
Baby, let me be your girl
Lying in the silken sheets
I think of ways that we might meet
I'd be so good by your side
Baby, let me be your bride
'Cus I been going so wrong
And I'm thinkin' maybe, baby
You're the one to make me right
Baby, can you see?
You're my fantasy
[Ronnie Gent]
Joey was a travellin' man
On a lane with a face like a baby
As you worked the night shift
In the bright lights down
On Washington
As she filled the ketchup jars
She looked at him like a rising sun
Shining down on his dark star
Shining for the love you want
'Cos he's been going so wrong
And he's thinkin' maybe, baby
You're the one to make me right
Yeah, yeah
[Both]
Baby, can't you see?
You're my fantasy
Maybe she likes reading Wittgenstein
Fancy dinners, drinking good red wine
Simple living, in our own RV
Could it be that you're exactly like me?
Oh yeah
[Guitar solo: Vernon Reid]
[Saxophone solo]
Baby, can't you see?
(Oh baby, baby, baby)
You're my fantasy
Baby, can't you see?
(You are my fantasy!)
You're my fantasy
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!)
Baby, can't you see?
(You're my fantasy! Oh you are my fantasy!)
You're my fantasy
(Baby!) (x4)
Baby, can't you see?
(Can't you see?) (x3)
You're my fantasy
(You're my fantasy! Oh you are my fantasy!)