My fantasy
Frith Hilton
[Intro]
See me moving on
With my sore
See me moving on
Weak à la
[Verse 1]
My top is on
It say, something like this is fun
Had my heart broken
It felt like something I could avoid with a bar
But I tucked it
Put it in the back
And now, for her I dream
Fighting for what I believe in
Could you talk to me
Say hi
Tell me something you would buy
I feel this shit is real
Real, real
Lay my love for you
Like what I would write for you
Like something I would sing for you
To hold the town for you
[Outro]
Could we dance over a pretty moon
Could we take a trial on the already doomed
Oh, it says something that is just . . .
Most sounds like
Oh girl, you arе the fancy I live for
My heroinе, my forward heaven
My fantasy