I wonder if Yoko Ono

Ever thought of staying solo

If she thought of other men and

If she doubted John Lennon

Worrying that he'd distract her art



Sitting in the Apple sessions

Giving John her music lessons

Challenging the warring nations

With her paper installations

Did she guard her Yoko human heart



Well, they could talk about me

Yeah, they could talk about me

Throw me to the velvet dogs of pop star history

But I won't be your Yoko Ono

If you're not good enough for me



Some will give their love for fashion

Others trade their gold for passion

I don't have the goods to start with

Never had the reins to part with

Still, I hope you take me seriously



'Cause I think I could go

Deep as the sea of Yoko

You don't know a person like me

I could sell your songs to Nike

And for all you know

I could save your soul

As only true love can change your mind

Make you leave your screaming fans behind



When John called the wind an opera

Making love with every chakra

When he said her voice would carry

And when he whispered old Chuck Berry

Only then would Yoko set him free



Fame will come and vanish later

Transcendental love is greater

I think if we had this somehow

We'd be feeling famous right now

We'd be saying love is all you need



And they could rag about me

Yeah, they could rag about me

Throw me to the velvet dogs of pop star history

But I won't be your Yoko Ono

If you're not good enough for me



Oh, no . . . and I won't be your Yoko Ono

If you're not good enough for me . . . . . .


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