Perfect Lover

It’s in your head,
They’re telling you it’s in your head,
It’s a figment of your imagination.
It isn’t there,
They’re telling you it isn’t there,
You’re a victim of your infatuation.
Why do I think that it is I see?
I keep asking myself,
Nothing like this,
Has ever happened to me.
There’s a perfect lover,
Running through my head,
There’s a perfect lover,
I can see her in my head,
Perfect lover,
Lover.
They keep telling you,
It’s just a fascination.
Why don’t they listen?
No one listens,
To what I am saying.
And everyone tells you,
She just isn’t there,
That it just couldn’t be,
If only they knew how real she is to me.
Sometimes I hear the cry,
I hear it crying out,
Your voice from deep inside,
Inside, inside, inside, inside,
You’re sticking up for me, oh, baby,
I’m not looking,
Through the eyes,
Of a desperate stranger.
What I am thinking,
Is so real,
I don’t want to change it.
And sometimes I feel,
Like she’s standing right there,
Like I could reach out and touch her,
Only I know how real she is to me.
There’s a perfect lover,
Running through my head,
There’s a perfect lover,
I can see her in my head,
Perfect lover,
Lover.