You think that in order to conquer me
You have to be famous
Have lots of money or an expensive car
You don't think that a woman like me needs affection/love
Or someone who brings her flowers, or who opens the door for her
Or who sings an hymn to her
Tell me that I'm exactly how you want
Or take me by the hand
Write me an "I love you" on a piece of paper
And hold me tight again
Feeling, boy
To hell with the material stuff
You have to think on how to conquer my soul
And my heart, come to it, love it, enter inside it
And you'll see, that's how it will start to love you
Tell me that I'm exactly how you want
Or take me by the hand
Write me an "I love you" on a piece of paper
And hold me tight again
You think that in order to conquer me
You have to be famous
Have lots of money or an expensive car
You don't think that a woman like me needs affection/love
Or someone who brings her flowers, or who opens the door for her
Or who sings an hymn to her
That I'm exactly how you want
Take me by the hand
Write me an "I love you" on a piece of paper
Embrace me all over again
Embrace me all over again
Embrace me all over again