oh baby, can´t you see
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 & grace
and it´s not over
and I don´t think it´ll be
and we´re joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that is 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 & 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´ll be
and we´re joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that is 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´ll be
and we´re joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that is 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
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