 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
youґd bandage them with style and
grace
and itґs not over
and I donґt 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 Iґm never bored
yes ma'am, you strike a chord
that makes me shiver and mumble
Iґm chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
or my whole world will crumble
and itґs not over
I donґt 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 itґs not over
I donґt 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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