Fantasy Man

If I were your fantasy man I’d welcome the morning alarm. I’d jump out of bed, put my coveralls on, Match each sleeve of my shirt with an arm And I’d get on the road, gladly carry the load, If I were your fantasy man. You’d e-mail inviting me to take your clothes off And give you a hot oil massage, if I were your fantasy man. If I were your fantasy man, This job wouldn’t be such a drag. I’d whistle and smile while I worked in the heat; Eat my lunch from a brown paper bag. I’d be so damn inspired, hell, I’d never get tired If I were your fantasy man. You’d e-mail enticing me with sweet seductions, While wishing it all would come true, if I were your fantasy man. If I were your fantasy man I’d never be lonesome or low. I’d be dreaming of you fondly dreaming of me; You’d be with me wherever I go. I’d take comfort in faith that my trust was well placed If I were your fantasy man.