Fantasy George Michael

One day you say you love me
The next you tell me you don't
One day you say you will
But the next you tell me you won't
Heey little baby there ain't much point in hanging around the air

One day you make me feel that your love is in my hands
One day you say you'll stay
But the next you're changing your plans
Heey little baby ain't much point in hanging around
Ain't much point in hanging around yeaheayeah
'Cause if you ain't got time for me I'll find another fantasy

It's kind of funny that you think that I'm the boy to make you cry
But I can make you happy yeah if only for a while
Little baby woohoohoohoooh little baby
I can give you all the loving that your heart desires
If you ain't got time for me I'll find another fantasy

I said could be the price of love
Could be the price of hate
What am I guilty of? Why do you make me wait?
So long I don't know your intentions (Auwoohoohoooh)
Look to the sky's above I'm in the hands of fate
Push 'til it gets to shove
I've got to know for Heaven’s sake
Is this love? (Is this love?) Is this love or invention?
Baby can't you see? I'll find another fantasy