From the recording Pretty World of Make-Believe
This ballad version recorded at King Size Studio, Chicago.
I don’t drink too much at the tavern
Or wear my broken heart on my sleeve
I never shed a tear or wish you were here
In my pretty world of make-believe
I wake up every morning and I’m happy
Surrounded by the love I receive
That smile that’s on my face never goes any other place
But that’s in my pretty world of make-believe
In my pretty world of make-believe I’m all right
I never spend a lonely day or walk a sleepless night
The mailman just brought me a letter
You write one every day for me to read
And each and every line says everything is fine
That’s in my pretty world of make-believe.