Listen How can you call this Call this fiction When there's fingerprints? Not to mention Misquoting a kiss When it's on, when it's on, when it's on When it's on when it's on, when it's on When it's on your lips
I know your love in all five senses I know it wasn't all just in my head I know we didn't play pretend when You slid out of your clothes I'll quote your love in all five senses I know our love was written with a pen And I know you know it, and I know you know it
Was it make believe? Was it just a dream? Were the memories Just a fantasy? Paint the roses green Say they're just a weed Turning you and me Into make believe
How could Could you say I knew We were too good Too good to be true? Darling, I should Shouldn't be confused 'Cause you know and you know and you know And you know and it was always me and you
Was it make believe? Was it just a dream? Were the memories Just a fantasy? Paint the roses green Say they're just a weed Turning you and me Into make believe
