I´ve Got Sunshine In The Palms Of My Hands


Generating Slowly


Into Somekind Of A Wave Of A Trance


I´m Reancting Madly


If I Was Home


I Wouldn´t Be Late To Tell You





´Cause Sure I Would Like To Burn


But If I´m Gonna Burn


Then It Must Be Fire


Bit Now It Burns, Burns, Burns, Burns


So It Must Be Fire


But Tell Melove


Ain´t This Desire


I Can´t Tell Love From Desire


But It Sure Feels Good!





Must Be Something In The Air That I Breathe


That Affects Me Wildly


And To Put It As It Makes My Blood Seethe


Is To Express It Mildly


Oh No, Oh No!


I Wouldn´t Dream Of Dreaming That Dream....





´Cause Sure I Would Like To Burn


But If I´m Gonna Burn


Then It Must Be Fire


But Now It Burns, Burns, Burns, Burns


So It Must Be Fire


But Tell Me Love


Ain´t This Desire


I Can´t Tell Love From Desire


But It Sure Feels Good!