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.