Fantasy '98

Written by：George Michael

One day you say you love me

The next you tell me you don't

One day you say you will

The next you tell me you won't

Hey little baby there ain't much point in hanging around yeah

One day you make me feel that your love is in my hands

One day you say you'll stay

The next you're changing your plans

Hey little baby there ain't much point in hanging around

There ain't much point in hanging around yeah

'Cos if you ain't got time for me

I'll find another fantasy

It's kind of funny that you think

That I'm the boy to make you cry

I can make you happy if only for a while little baby

Oh little baby I can give you all the loving

That your heart desires

'Cos if you ain't got time for me

I'll find another fantasy

I said could be the price of love

Could be the price of hate

What am I guilty of

Why do you make me wait so long

I don't know your intentions

Look to the skies above

I'm in the hands of fate

Push 'til it gets to shove

I've got to know for heavens sake is this love is this love

Is this love or invention

'Cos baby can't you see

I'll find another fantasy

You hang around with people who are sure make you cry

And I can make you happy if only for a while little baby

Oh little baby I can give you all the loving

That your heart desires

Your heart desires

If only for a while little baby

Oh little baby I can give you all the loving

That your heart desires

'Cos if you ain't got time for me

I'll find another fantasy

You take someone's heart and you kick it around

Keep on picking it up so you can watch it come down

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Why I wait for you to make up your mind

Could you please be so kind

When you know what to do

I'll be in the next room

But if you leave it too late I may be in the next state