Перерывала содержимое папки "Мои документы" и нашла вот такую штуку...
В период увлечения моего Westlife изобрелся мой псевдоним, именно из-за этой песни (нравился Марк, а он ее целиком пел=))

Воть...Только на диву в общепринятом понимании этого слова я не похожа, поэтому - Girl=)

Imaginary Diva

Late last night I had a dream
And it was then I seen her
Didn't need no diamond rings
Facy cars, Versace things to please her

She's my perfect girl
I call her my imaginary diva

Every girl she passes by
Just can't deny that they would love to be her

All the guys comparing sizes
Tucking shirts and fixing ties to please her

She's my perfect girl
Exclusive to my world
No you can't get her
She's my Imaginary Diva
Shine on
Imaginary Diva
Shine on into this world
Join us
In our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have her

All you have to do is close your eyes
(All you have to do is close your eyes)
(Forget real life and fantasise
(When you fantasise, when you fantasise)
Erase my thoughts now to replace (c'mon)
Create your own amazing face

She's a real time girl in my imaginary world
If you could look at her
She's my imaginary diva
Shine on
Imaginary Diva
Shine on into this world
Join us
In our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have her

So listen up the so called classy ladies
Sipping fizzing via peepers
She could teach a thing or two
To you your outfit attitude and visa
She's my imaginary diva
Shine on
Imaginary Diva
Shine on into this world
Join us
In our imagination
Help yourself believe in all you have her