How can I fight it?
What can I do?
As tempted I am by the image of you?
You beguile with your dancing.
Ensnare with your dress
I feel that eventually I’ll die from the stress
Your touch is electric
Your smell drives me mad
For each moment with you I’m eternally glad
If having you’s dangerous
I know in my heart
That gladly for you from life I’d depart.