Love Is a Number

Home fires, nothing left to do,

Not the same old point of view

...say you do

Little bitches, learn my tricks,

All defences i stick up your face

And love is a number

I died on the carpet, now that is a scene!

Volleys of angels, i spread them with wings

Overtouched... love is a number

One of the lies, one of the looks, one of the times...

I've just left the house

I'm through making out

With my dreams

Well i feel left out

I'm through making out:

Love is a number.

Midnight, walks alone

The secret is up, your face is down,

And love is a number

(gika-gika!) and to the men who chose lies:

What is science, when history's in doubt?

Some say

Some say sex sells

Some say

Some say sex sells (etc)

I've just left the room, i no more can consume

This kiss (...this kiss)

Those kisses we made

The messes... we meant it?

Home fires, nothing left to do

Never wasting words with you

Say you do

Shallow secrets cross my head

All the symbols i stick in your head

That love is a number

And you're wailing, you're wailing, you're wailing, it's true

I fucking love myself

I better love you

Some say / some say sex sells (i better love you)

Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you you)

Some say / some say sex sells (i always speak the truth)

Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you)

I think about you...