Seven degrees
I’m down on my knees
Waiting for the man to put me under his spell
07:05
he walks into sight
Giving me the eye he lifts my spirits high
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
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 into virtual reality…..reality
Chorus
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 makings of my 7th Wonder