If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
I tick like a bomb,
a little bomb with feelings
in every single country,
under every ceiling.
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
I’m built like a house
A little house that’s peeling
As it peels away then you’ll see
There’s no feeling, there’s no feeling at all
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
I burn like a tree at the end of the garden.
We’ve put up a swing for the children.
There’s no feeling there’s no feeling at all.
With the world on TV she’s given up believing
There’s nothing left to see,
I was teasing.
I was teasing, I was teasing her on
If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours,
