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 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 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 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 wonder…

He's got the making of my 7th wonder