You makes me turn,
you makes me toss;
while you march into my soul,
my mind is at a loss.
But the love I give,
is not without a cause;
take my heart,
now you're the boss.
You makes me turn,
you makes me toss;
while you march into my soul,
my mind is at a loss.
But the love I give,
is not without a cause;
take my heart,
now you're the boss.
