control

Orchestrated by airy clouds, the dawn is chirping

with soothing caresses on my yearning's fantasy.

My eyes are wide open, and yet I didn't wake still.

What spell you used, what you put on me, or why,

or when you did it, has no point to ask‥ Not at all.

Under a velvety mask, everybody wants to be you,

but you're not everybody's. You have my mystery.

You've got the skill. Besides that, you're in control.

Santa on the cell phone, bodied in my thrill, is you.

You're all I need... since all I need isn't just love...