Seven degrees, I’m down on my knees Waiting for the man to put me under his spell Seven o’ five, he walks into sight Givin’ me the eye, he lifts my spirits high
His passion burns and my luck takes a turn I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact? Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder Ooh hoo… hoo… hoo…
Seventy three kisses for me That whisper through the silence his feelings for me Softly he dips my cherry-red lips In the essence of a hope on which my love can float
His passion burns and my luck takes a turn I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact? Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder
On seven seas we sail on this dream Turning it into virtual reality, reality
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact? (Is he magical?) Magical (Logical, natural? I wonder) He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder
Am I weak? Am I strong? In his arms do I belong? I could climb mountain high, for his love I’d learn to fly Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder
(Is he fiction or a matter of fact?) Seventh wonder (Is he fiction or a matter of fact?) Seventh wonder