Seven degrees�
I`m down on my knees
Waiting for the man to put me under his spell
7:05�
He walks in to sight,
Giving me the eye he lifts my spirits high
His passion burns, and my luck take a turn,
I`m reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural�I wonder�
He`s got the makings of my 7th wonder
Seventy-three�
Kisses for me
That whisper through the silence his feelings for me
Softly he dips�
My cherry-red lips,
In the essence of hope on which my love can float
His passion burns, and my luck takes a turn
I`m reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural�I wonder�
He`s got the makings of my 7th wonder
On seven seas�we sail on this dream,
Turning it in to virtual reality
Is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural�I wonder�
He`s got the makings of my 7th wonder
Am I weak? Am I strong?
In his arms do I belong?
I could climb - mountain high
For his love I`ll learn to fly
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural..I wonder�
He`s got the making of my 7th wonder
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