Lemme tell you a little story bout this girl I sawnSoon as she caught my eye I heard rock guitars in the backgroundnCause she had so much edge and so much stylenand plus the body was stacked nownnThis girl was out of this planetnShe took my breath awaynI've never been asthmaticnbut I was for that one daynnOh how could this be?nCan anyone possiblynbe as perfect as she?nSo I came to this conclusion:nShe was just an illusionnnAll those guitarsnwere sustained in my brainnAll day and nightnthey nearly drove me insanenI couldn't get the image of her facento go awaynShe was just stuck in my brainnnWas she really real?nShe didn't feel quite real...nnNext day I saw her againnShe walked up to me with a friendly grinnShe asked me, What time is it?nAnd I replied, It's about 3:56 in the afternoon.nMy tongue hanging out like an animalnShe make me wanna wild out and act a foolnbut I kept it together and played it coolnnOh, Was she just a mirage?nCause when I blink my eye'snPoofnShe was gonenand never to be foundnnSo I came to this conclusion:nShe was just an illusionnn(Chorus)nWhen something seemsnway too good to be truenit usually isnand so I'm left to assumenthat she's nothing more thannjust a figment of mynwild imaginationnor a hallucinationnnIs she really real?nShe doesn't feel quite real...nnOh the guitars were ringing in my earnLong after she disappearednand I saw her face almost everywhere I turnednYou see it's been awhile since thennand I never saw her againnBut I'm waiting for the day that she'll returnnn(Chorus)nnIs she really real?nShe doesn't feel quite real...