Late last night I had a dream and it was than I’d be her
I didn’t need no diamond rings, fancy cars or such things to please him
I’m his perfect girl and he calls me his imaginary diva
Every girl I’m passing by just can’t deny that they would love to be me
The Westlife guys comparing sizes, tucking shirts and fixing ties to please me
I’m his perfect girl exclusive to his world
No you can’t get me, I’m Mark’s Imaginary diva
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I’m Mark’s imaginary diva
Shining into his world
I join him in his imagination
Help myself believe in all he says
All I have to do is close my eyes
I forget real life and fantasise
I erase bad thoughts, start to replace
I create mine and Mark’s own amazing place
I’m a real time girl in his imaginary world
No you can’t get me, I’m Mark’s imaginary diva
Chorus
So listen up this so hot cute guy sitting, sippin fizz in VIP bars
You won’t do what he tells you but I will do and that’s the one reason why
I’m Mark’s imaginary diva
Chorus
