I look at you and I say to myself, 'What more could I want if I had you?' But I wouldn't dare to speak it out loud; I stand and I stare, my head in a cloud.
*I look at you and I say to my heart, 'What chance would I have, why let the fire start?' I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace; Yet when we're face to face, I just look at you
(Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)
I look at you and I say to my heart, 'What chance would I have, why let the fire start?' I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace; Yet when we're face to face, I just look at you.