I Enjoy a Wide Range of Music
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You know it really, really doesn't take any long
To be friends with someone just like you
There are things, little things I’d like to hear
Little things that you said and did so well
Is it the real you I love, or am I fooled with what I see?
Should I try to make it fit, or should I just leave it be?
(CHORUS)
My dreams of you
All the time, all the time, all the time
There’s nothing I can do
For your image is there, printed in my head
This image of you
All day long, all day long, all day long
So is it the real you I love
Or am I fooled again with what I see?
Oh, how I wished you were here again
By my side for another day or two
I would abandon my spirits to your charms
Even though I feel that I know nothing else of you
Is it the real you I love, or am I fooled with what I see?
Should I try to make it fit, or should I just leave it be?
(CHORUS)
My dreams of you
All the time, all the time, all the time
There’s nothing I can do
For your image is there, printed in my head
This image of you
All day long, all day long, all day long
Is it the real you I love
Or am I fooled again with what I see?
You know it really, really doesn't take any long
To be friends with someone just like you
There are things, little things I’d like to hear
Little things that you said and did so well
Is it the real you I love, or am I fooled with what I see?
Should I try to make it fit, or should I just leave it be?
(CHORUS)
My dreams of you
All the time, all the time, all the time
There’s nothing I can do
For your image is there, printed in my head
This image of you
All day long, all day long, all day long
So is it the real you I love
Or am I fooled again with what I see?
Oh, how I wished you were here again
By my side for another day or two
I would abandon my spirits to your charms
Even though I feel that I know nothing else of you
Is it the real you I love, or am I fooled with what I see?
Should I try to make it fit, or should I just leave it be?
(CHORUS)
My dreams of you
All the time, all the time, all the time
There’s nothing I can do
For your image is there, printed in my head
This image of you
All day long, all day long, all day long
Is it the real you I love
Or am I fooled again with what I see?
