i fell in love with her one day

and i knew that i needed the right broom to sweep her off her feet

my hopeless romantic Spanish flow did that for me

at first it was a love tainted fantasy

that would create a presence of love

making every man wish he were in love

but all she wanted was reality

i told her that i wanted a fantasy

of us romancing endlessly

but she she still wanted reality

because that is not how she wanted our to be

i made promises of a future far beyond our time

but she still demanded reality

this reality of me being her sex puppet

oh baby i can see us riding off into the sunset

in our own special yart

and living happily ever after

she said "spontaneous dreams i had"

reality was the inevitability of our relationship

my dreams of love were shattered

my feelings crippled

a gun held up on my head and shot

and yet she still wanted reality....