I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.
I've got my head in the clouds and my heart soaring wild.
I spend my time daydreaming, about a man that aint mine.

I sit and I wonder, about the taste of his lips
I've seen him a time or two dozen around the way.
I watch as he go, to and fro, everyday
And I keep a wonder, wondering when its gonna be my turn.

I spend my days, in a haze, daydreaming
About somebody else's man.