Lyrics:

Seven degrees.
I’m down on my knees
waiting for the man to put me under his spell
7:05.
He walks in to sight,
giving me the eye he lifts my spirits high
His passion burns, and my luck take a turn,
I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural. I wonder.
He’s got the makings of my 7th wonder
Seventy-three.
Kisses for me
that whisper through the silence his feelings for me
softly he dips.
My cherry-red lips,
in the essence of hope on which my love can float
His passion burns, and my luck takes a turn
I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive
is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural. I wonder.
He’s got the makings of my 7th wonder
On seven seas.
We sail on this dream,
turning it in to virtual reality
Is it good? Is it bad?
Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction? Or fact?
Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical?
Logical?
Natural I wonder
He’s got the makings of my 7th wonder
Am I weak? Am I strong?
In his arms do I belong?
I could climb mountain high
for his love I’ll learn to fly
is he magical?
Logical?
Natural. I wonder
He’s got the making of my 7th wonder
7th wonder
7th wonder.