by George Harrison
Original Manuscript (1967)
I'm happy to say that it's only a dream
when I come across people like you,
it's only a dream and you make it obscene
with the things that you think and you do.
your [sic] so unaware of the pain that I bear
and jealous for what you cant do.
There's times when I feel that you haven't a hope
but I also know that isn't true.