Wang Chung

(wang chung)
On her televison, on her mammas radio
She could paint a picture
More alive than all she ought to know
Her imagination running wild, she let it grow
In her imagination
Oh she felt she loved him so
Chorus:
The eyes of the girl are following me
Looking for the man that she pinned on me
The tears for a love that could never be
Now its all over
Theyre raining on me
Oh its raining
Its an empty world with a lifetime on your hands
Oh we must believe that