Last night when my psyche's subcommittee. sang to me in its scary voice. You slowly dropped your eyelids. When true 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. In the daytime 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'll be upfront sometimes I fantasize about you too