Met you in a magazine I saw you smile at me You might have told me earlier That my heart was yours to be It’s no use, my dear friend, To call security You can run and you can hide But I’m your destiny It’s written in the stars of God That I’m your missing part No true love without a sacrifice You know I own your heart Now your passions and your wings Can’t suit you anymore Come and confess your secret love No reason to be rude Your whole life will be rearranged That’s what I’m here to prove I know you’re ready for the change I saw that curtain move Chez Clerambault Zicotic randez-vous Chez Clerambault Obsession Avenue