Last night when my psyches subcommittee sang to me in it´s scary voice
You slowly dropped your eyelids
When love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you too

The leader of the free world reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks
He´s got himself a theme tune
They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you too

Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies
Summat else to publicise

I´m sure you´ve heard about enough
So in response to what you whispered in my ear

I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you too