I am confessing to you, confessing
Love has undergone a horrible transformation
I'm innocent, more innocent than a bystander
But I am afraid for this I need you
To the heart of the high flying bird
To love drunk heart sickness
It seems I've become a slave
To the instigators, those pissed at me
Those who change their mind and come back
Who's gonna say sorry? gonna say love em n' leave em?
Who's suffered the pangs of love? More than me...
You can't die for love
One will come along that you won't understand
You can't play that kind of game
You have a heart, heart, heart
Alright, let's say she's a bit head over heals
For you she'll give everything, everything
Oh one day she might even shake those hips for you
There are thousands of belly dancers...