Phantom Fantasia

Your hate mail and love letters I kept every single note You said "I want to live in heaven Baby, can you re-direct my post?" Well, I was making love with your ghost Saw you on the river In a little wooden boat You were throwing bodies overboard Just to see if they would float Well, I was making love with your ghost La, la la la la la La, la la la la la la la You undressed me with your eyes And then undressed me of my clothes When your resurrection would arise More than just thе dead arose Well, I was making love with your ghost I am thе mistress at your funeral I am beautifully composed As they were speaking their last words to you I proposed myself a toast Well, I was making love with your ghost La, la la la la la La, la la la la la la la I was making love with your ghost Well, I was making love with your ghost