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 . . . . .