i wonder if yoko ono ever thought of staying solo, if she thought of other men
And if she doubted john lennon, worring that he'd distract her art. sitting in
The apple sessions, giving john her music lessons, challenging the warring
Nations with her paper installations, did she guard her yoko human heart? well
They could talk about me, yeah they could talk about me, throw me to the velvet
Dogs of pop star history, but i won't be your yoko ono if you're not good
Enough for me. some will give their love for fasion, others trade their gold
For passion, i don't have the goods to start with, never had the reins to part
With, still i hope you'll take me seriously. cause i think i could go deep as
The sea of yoko, you don't know a person like me, i could sell your songs to
Nike, and for all you know, i could save your sould, as only true love can
Change your mine, make you leave your screaming fans behind. when john called
The wind and opera, making love with chakra, when he said her voice would
Carry, and when
He whispered old chuck berry, only then would yoko set him free. fame will
Come and vanish later, transcendental love is greater, i think if we had this
Somehow, we'd be feeling famous right now, we'd be saying love is all you
Need. and they could rag about me, yeah they could rag about me, throw me to
The velvet dogs of pop star history, but i won't be your yoko ono if you're not
Good enough for me, oh now i won't be your yoko ono if you're not good enough
For me.
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