Malta: Ira Losco - 7th wonder

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

Giving 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 whooh whooh whooh



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