as i whisper goodbye
she thinks i'm leaving
a tear in my eye
and i'm grieving
a joking white lie
a tangled web i am weaving
in the imagination of my girl .
.
if i wear pink
i am turning
if i put on her dress
her temper is burning
if i accept she's the boss
i am learning
in the imagination of my girl .
.
if we disagree
we have drama
nothing must i do
to alarm her
what was she doing in bed
with that farmer
in the imagination of my girl .
.
if i make a mess
she will fume
chase after me
with her broom
what's that strange buzzing noise
coming from her bedroom
in the imagination of my girl .
.
i must admit
she drives me mad
she can be a real pain
in the gonads
but she's the best friend
i've ever had
in the imagination of my girl .
.
to her heart
she will always be true
real love
in all she will do
that's why i whisper
'' i love you''
and accept the imagination of my girl .
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