Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
She isn't real, she's glamour and make believe,
A photograph stitched to the edge of my dream.
In a spotlight, she stands pristine with such class.
Smile lacquered smooth, all edges to last.
I trace the blueprint of someone designed,
Wired with the thoughts that hum inside my mind.
She isn't real, she's glamour and make believe,
A photograph stitched to the edge of my dream.
She isn't real, but oh what a fragrant deal,
Build imagination in silence, grasping to feel.
No, she isn't real.
Her laugh is a recording I keep on rewind,
Familiar as her face and the stretch of time.
People nod and say she's perfect and whole,
I know every seam, every piece that crafted her soul.
She isn't real, she's glamour and make believe,
A photograph stitched to the edge of my dream.
She isn't real, but oh what a fragrant deal,
Build imagination in silence, grasping to feel.
No, she isn't real.
People nod and say she's perfect and whole,
I know every seam, every piece that crafted her soul.
I taught my heart to accept this imitation,
Gave it a meaning, and rehearsed consolation.
She isn't real, she's glamour and make believe,
A photograph stitched to the edge of my dream.
She isn't real, but oh what a fragrant deal,
Build imagination in silence, grasping to feel.
No, she isn't real - just a phantom in the frame.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
