Verse 1: What you are Is what are you. In fantasy of love, In the rhythem you can be lost , There's no note that can explain What's you feel inside, Chours: Is like a music that living in your mind, Make you dancing in the crowed. You become weak , And you heart feel the boom boom , You naked next to her , Feel warm inside , You belong to her soul. Verse 2: The music leads you to each other, Heart to heart , Body to body , She can smell your fear , It's make her crazy , The music flowing in her vain. Chours: Is like a music that living in your mind, Make you dancing in the crowed. You become weak , And you heart feel the boom boom , You naked next to her , Feel warm inside , You belong to her soul. Verse 3: And after all, You and her, Sweating in your bed, Forgeting everything, It's just both of you , Inside the body of each other, Flowing with the music . Chours: Is like a music that living in your mind, Make you dancing in the crowed. You become weak , And you heart feel the boom boom , You naked next to her , Feel warm inside , You belong to her soul.
