"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... "