I was sort of hoping, That you would come along, Like the answer to a prayer, And the music
to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens, At a special place and time, That will change our lives forever, Like
a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before, I ever knew your name, And now that I have found you, We
will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you, Forgive me if I stare, At the fantasy I knew before, I
saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping, That you would come along, Like the answer to a prayer, And
the music to a song
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