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 seas¦we 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?
Natural¦I 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