Whenever I am near younWhenever I get close to younI get a funny feelingnOh you're too perfect to be realnnYou're so young and you're so cleannYou know you've got everything you neednI can touch you when I dreamnLovelee sweet DarlenenDarling of my dreamnnI know that it's unhealthynI'm fantasising everythingnI know that you don't need menThat's why these feelings frighten mennI'm dreaming up everythingnOh I don't know what to donI only wish that you had menLovelee sweet DarlenenDarling of my dreamnnWhenever I am near younWhenever I get close to younI get a funny feelingnOh you're too perfect to be realnnI touch your hair, I touch your lipsnAnd I imagine we kissnOh I could die a thousand timesnLovelee sweet DarlenenDarling of my dream