Last night I was waiting for you,
when a boy came up to me.
He had seen that I was crying.
He had wanted to comfort me.
All the time he talked to me,
it was you I was thinking of.
It was him that was talking to me,
but it was you that I was hearing.
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?
He was so very nice,
long live holidays and here we go.
We've been to karting
to driving and to bowling.
All the time that we had fun,
it was you I was thinking of.
It was you who was there,
it was him who was not.
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?
When he had brought me home,
he had wanted to kiss me.
But I've explained to him,
that I was almost engaged.
Just a kiss on the cheek,
good night, thank you very much.
It was him that I was leaving,
but it was you, whom I was missing.
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?
My god, is it that I'm loving you,
is it that I'm loving you
to tell you that?