Oh baby, can't you see
When you get mad at me
Your eyes light up your face

Oh baby, just admit
If both my wrists were slit
You´d bandage them with style and grace

And it´s not over
And I don´t think it will be

And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
But you know

With you I´m never bored
Yes ma'am, you strike a chord
That makes me shiver and mumble

I´m chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
Or my whole world will crumble

And it´s not over
I don´t think it will be

And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
But you know

Come wrap your arms around
The man who is back in town
And loves to watch you smile

Don't know if I should laugh or cry
With you sleeping by my side
I hear the silence for miles

And it´s not over
I don´t think it will be

And we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
And that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
But you know

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Writer(s): ED HARCOURT