I  have seen every skin of hers
I have tasted every part of hers

but every morning when I see her eyes..
its never the taste and skin I see..
its her beautiful heart which I can see..

I'm sitting in my office with wild imaginations
I sit on my chair and roll..

I hold my pen to write wild imaginations
but the pen don't touch the pad..

The thoughts run wild no less than a mad scientist
I wish I can go live crazy

but world with rules and regulations
close my feelings in my boots..

wild imaginations.. wild imaginations.. the wild imaginations are coming through
Don't dare to hold me.. don't dare to mold me 'caus I will blast out loud

I am gonna work on my wild stuff
but I  need to start

Start is not a problem, 'caus it has already started
but the problem is to finish the work..

I'm sitting in my office with wild imaginations
I m sitting on my chair and to work

but the work is not interesting 'caus the thoughts are wild
people will never understand my world...