Our Emotional Trinkets – Her Fancy lyrics

Walk up to her door
Anticipation is rising
Fearful of the unknown
Will she even like me
She opens the door
Greets me with a smile
Press her lips to mine
And hold her tight
What are you thinking
This is all just a dream
She has her fancy
And you've got your fantasy
Still I lie awake at night
Hoping you might find me
In these blankets wrapped tight
The lonliness hides me
We take a drive
Stop at the first red light
And her hand clasps mine
A perfect fit to remind
What are you thinking
This is all just a dream
She has her fancy
And you've got your fantasy
Walk up to her door
Anticipation is rising
Fearful of disappoint
Will she grow to love me
She opens the door
Greets me with a smile
Press her lips to mine
And kiss her goodbye