Fantasy     (music and lyrics by Amanda Mehl © September 10 th, 2001)

 
“Oh won’t you come to bed?
It’s been so long and I want you,”
that’s what he says
 
“Just put this thing on,
And do a little dance, now you’re perfect”
Now I’m his fantasy
 
But can’t you see? This is not me
I can never be
your fantasy
 
There are some of his drawers I never open
don’t ask don’t tell
Hidden there, are his fantasies
 
I do the best I can
to satisfy his desires
when they come
 
But can’t you see? Those girls are not me
I can never be
your fantasy
 
What do I agree to? What do I refuse?
What about my own instincts,
of what is right for me
 
Oh how I long to be
Good enough for you,
desirable, as just plain me
 
I guess I shouldn’t complain
I don’t want to cause no trouble
being a crazy hippie feminist
Oh no
 
Yet I can’t help but feel, it’s just not me
I can never be
your fantasy
No I will never be
your fantasy
 
I am too human to be
a fantasy