Every night I go to sleep

And begin to dream

The story of my dream has got the same old theme

Its you, baby, its you

Turn off the light

Sit down on the couch

Pour me a whiskey too

Take off your dress

Ill help you with that

I fantasize of you

The scent of your skin

Gets to my head

As the smoke from your cigarette do

With monk in the speakers

And love in your eyes

I fantasize of you

I know Im only dreaming

Of spending my life with you

But somehow Im still believing

It all one day [bad word] [bad word] 
The ice in my glass

Makes my lips so cold

As I kiss you from top to toe

You beg me to stop

But I know you want more

I fantasize of you