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