Words by Mary Wildflower. Music by Mary Wildflower.
You know, I never loved you, but One Friday night you stole my heart, On Sunday morning broke it; now I'm a victim of love. I'm a victim of love. I'm a victim of love.
On Monday evening you were far, And I was sitting in the bar. You never phoned and I enjoyed Being victim of love, Being victim of love, Being victim of love.
On Wednesday you were back and said: “I love you”, but I wasn't glad. I want you to be in my shoes - Feel yourself victim of love, Feel yourself victim of love, Feel yourself victim of love.