I had an imaginary friend
Would he recognise me now
Would he still like to play?
I just locked him up inside
Isnt it funny the things you find?
When you drink a little too much wine...
Its a very srange sensation
For a figment of your imagination
Cause he knows all my favourite songs
As the music changed the mood
He ate his favourite food
I felt so suddenly relaxed
By the questions that he asked
I said Is your love for real?
He said Son its all part of the deal
And it comes as a surprise
But I knew you wouldnt mind