Phantom Fantasia

Your hate mail and love letters

I kept every single note

You said "I want to live in heaven

Baby, can you re-direct my post?"

Well, I was making love with your ghost

Saw you on the river

In a little wooden boat

You were throwing bodies overboard

Just to see if they would float

Well, I was making love with your ghost

La, la la la la la

La, la la la la la la la

You undressed me with your eyes

And then undressed me of my clothes

When your resurrection would arise

More than just thе dead arose

Well, I was making love with your ghost

I am thе mistress at your funeral

I am beautifully composed

As they were speaking their last words to you

I proposed myself a toast

Well, I was making love with your ghost

La, la la la la la

La, la la la la la la la

I was making love with your ghost

Well, I was making love with your ghost