I've got sunshine in the palms of my hands, Generating slowly Into some kind of a wave of a trance, Oh, I'm reacting madly. If I was home, I wouldn't be late to tell you
'Cause sure I would like to burn, But if I'm gonna burn, Oh, then it must be fire, Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns... So, it must be fire, But tell me, love Ain't this desire, I can't tell love from desire, But it sure feels good
Must be something in the air that I breathe, Oh, that affects me wildly, And to put it as it makes my blood seethe Is to express it mildly. Oh, no, oh, no, I wouldn't dream of dreaming that dream
'Cause sure I would like to burn, But if I'm gonna burn, Oh, then it must be fire, Oh, but now it burns, burns, burns, burns So, it must be fire, But tell me love Ain't this desire, I can't tell love from desire, But it sure feels good