Fantasy - George Michael

One day you say you love me The next you tell me you don’t

One day you say you will

And the next you tell me you won’t

Hey little baby

There ain’t much point in hanging around (Yea).

One day you make me feel like your love is in my hands

One day you say you’ll stay

The next you’re changing your plans

Hey little baby

Ain’t much point in hanging around (Yea).

Cause’if you ain’t got time for me I’ll find another Fantasy.

It is kind of funny that you think that

I am the boy to make you cry

I can make you happy

If only for a while

Little baby I can give you all the loving that your heart desires

If you ain’t got time for me I’ll find another Fantasy.

It could be the price of love

Could the price of hate

What am I guilty of Why do you make me wait

So long I don’t know your intentions.

Look to the sky’s above

I am in the hands of fate

Push till it gets to shove

I have got to know for heavens sake

Is this love or invention

Baby can’t you see I’ll find another Fantasy.

You hang around with people who are sure to make you cry

I can make you happy if only for a while

Little baby oh, oh little baby

I can give you all the lovin’that your heart desires

If you ain’t got time for me I’ll find another Fantasy.

You take someone’s heart

And you kick it around

Keep on picking it up So you can watch it come down

I don’t know what I am suppose to do Why I wait for you to make up your mind

Would you please be so kind

When you know what to do I’ll be in the next room

But if you make it to late I may be in the next day

Hmm…