I can draw her perfect for you,
paint her black and blue,
sparkle her eyes

but she'll remain the same fantasy you can't reach

I can make her smile with my brush,
I can make her dance for you,
or make her blush

but still she'll remain the fantasy you can't reach

I can hang her on you'r wall
underneath a glass cover
and you'll call her your own
but she will always be mine
and I will be yours

and she'll remain the same fantasy you can't reach

a picture of our minds.