when you get mad at me

your eyes light up your face



oh baby, just admit

if both my wrists were slit

you´d bandage them with style and grace



and it´s not over

and I don´t think it will be



and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins

and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store



I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so,

But you know



with you I´m never bored

yes ma'am, you strike a chord

that makes me shiver and mumble



I´m chomping at the bit

I need my daily fix

or my whole world will crumble



and it´s not over

I don´t think it will be



and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins

and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store



I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess  I love you so,

but you know



come wrap your arms around 

the man who is back in town

and loves to watch you smile



don't know if I should laugh or cry

with you sleeping by my side

I hear the silence for miles



and it´s not over

I don´t think it will be



and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins

and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store



I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so,

but you know