I imagined your face made out of breakfast food, with eggs over easy for eyes and bacon for a mouth (and I wanted to eat you up).

It may not be productive to pine for things that never happened, but neither are the things that are really happening. Fantasy is the loveliest place to leave the mind.

see:

We Got to Get Out of This Place by Eric Burdon & the Animals

With a Girl Like You by the Troggs

Then He Kissed Me by the Crystals