Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Fantasy baby is a son of a gun
Imagination you run, run, you run, run
I wish you could know me 'cause you are my star
Fire up nightly, you're fun, fun, you're fun, fun
Come into my x-ray eyes, the way that I like it
The way that I like it, like it
Into my subliminal mind, where I can control it
I gotta control it, own it
Nothing here is ordinary
Welcome to the impossible
What kind of love is coming on?
A visual phenomenon
You're in my head, I turn it up
A beautiful thing I wanna touch
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh
I'm an analogue girl, in a digital world
Fancy lucid dreamer, faking diamonds and pearls
Get out of your car, and get into my dreams
My mind is the engine and it's overtaking
Come into my x-ray eyes, the way that I like it
The way that I like it, like it
Into my subliminal mind, where I can control it
I gotta control it, own it
Nothing here is ordinary
Welcome to the impossible
What kind of love is coming on?
A visual phenomenon
You're in my head, I turn it up
A beautiful thing I wanna touch
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Just the two of us (whoa-oh)
I can never get enough (whoa-oh)
Just the two of us (whoa-oh)
Dreaming of your touch
What kind of love is coming on?
A visual phenomenon
You're in my head, I turn it up
A beautiful thing I wanna touch
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh, so, oh-uh-oh
Whoa-oh
