Tommy Richman - WHITNEY

Baby, you are not the same in my dreams (Ooh-ooh)
If not for anything, for anything
I mean (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Baby (Ah-ha), you are not the same in my dreams (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
If not for anything, for anything (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I mean

If we're made in the image of God
If we're made in the image of God
Why do things get odd?
Why do things get odd?
I don't know, I said, bitch, I don't know
So, let me just understand this, understand you, yeah
I can't think of so many ways to try to give you some chances, baby
How many times I tried to be so simple, baby
So simple, baby
You don't know how to act when I'm around you, oh no
Where you goin'? I'm on my feet
You're always in my dreams, but it's a one-way street
I would nevеr go back, never go back, oh (Yeah)