I don’t think that you deserve a songnAnd I won’t write this about younIt’s about someone newnHe’s so fair, baby I’m not trying to comparenBut there’s no comparisonnYou’re the moon and he’s the sunnnSigh, as you witness all the crazy things we’re doingnTry to understand he’s now the man that I am doingnnHe’s so whoanMakes me sonWe go whoanWhoa, whoannIn my head, he is there lyingnIn my bed, and I’m all alonenBut I’m not lonelynWell so what, maybe I’ve been making him upnBut oh beautiful dreamnHe’s even better than he seemsnnGo, call me crazy, let me be with my illusionnNo, I don’t care, I can’t imagine life without himnnHe’s so whoanMakes me sonWe go whoanWhoa, whoannThink of me, think of me fondlynImagine me, imagine me wakingnImagine me prayingnnHe’s so whoanMakes me sonWe go whoanWhoa, whoa