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 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 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 wonder He's got the makings of my 7th wonder On seven seaswe 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? NaturalI 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 wonder He's got the making of my 7th wonder