Your Eyes
You are calling my nameFor Your unproperly gameYou say the invitation's readyAnd I've got number 63
And Your EyesThey attack meWhy have I met You on my way?Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose
When I'm hearing your voiceAnd I can't get no choiceAnd I can't do it myselfAnd I can't do it properly
And Your HandsThey undress meI hope the phone won't ringWhere everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose
When I'm hearing your voiceAnd I can't get no choiceAnd I can't do it myselfAnd I can't do it properly
And Your EyesThey confuse meI hope the phone won't ringWhere everyone will meet You, there everybody will beWhere everyone will meet You, there everybody will beWhere everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose...