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quinta-feira, 30 de junho de 2016

Kansas - Perfect Lover





Perfect Lover
Kansas

It's in your head, they're telling you it's in your head,
It's a figment of your imagination.
It isn't there, they're telling you it isn't there,
You're a victim of your infatuation.
What do I think that it is I see? I keep asking myself.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me...

There's a perfect lover running through my head.
There's a perfect lover; I can see her in my head.
Perfect lover. Lover.

They keep telling you -- they keep telling you, it's just a fascination.
Why don't they listen -- no one listens to what I am sayin'!
And everyone tells you she just isn't there, that it just couldn't be.
If only they knew how real she is to me...

There's a perfect lover running through my head.
There's a perfect lover; I can see her in my head.
There's a perfect lover running through my head.
There's a perfect lover; I can see her in my head.

Sometimes I hear the cry, (I hear it crying out)
Your voice from deep inside. (inside, inside, inside...)
They're stealing you from me...
Ever be...

I'm not looking through the eyes of a desperate stranger.
What I envision is so real, I don't want to change her.
And sometimes I feel like she's standing right there,
Like I could reach out and touch her.
Only I know how real she is to me...

There's a perfect lover running through my head.
There's a perfect lover; I can see you in my head.
There's a perfect lover running through my head.
Perfect lover. Lover.