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. What 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 -- they keep telling you, it's just a fascination. Why don't they listen -- no one listens to what I am sayin'! 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... There's a perfect lover running through my head. There's a perfect lover; I can see her in my head. There's a perfect lover running through my head. There's a perfect lover; I can see her in my head. Sometimes I hear the cry, (I hear it crying out) Your voice from deep inside. (inside, inside, inside...) They're stealing you from me... Ever be... I'm not looking through the eyes of a desperate stranger. What I envision is so real, I don't want to change her. 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 you in my head. There's a perfect lover running through my head. Perfect lover. Lover.