Your eyes

You are calling my name
For Your unproperly game
You say the invitation's ready
And I've got number 63
 
And Your Eyes 
They attack me
Why have I met You on my way?
Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose

When I'm hearing your voice 
And I can't get no choice
And I can't do it myself
And I can't do it properly

And Your Hands 
They undress me
I hope the phone won't ring
Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose

When I'm hearing your voice 
And I can't get no choice
And I can't do it myself
And I can't do it properly
 
And Your Eyes 
They confuse me
I hope the phone won't ring
Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be  
Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be 
Where everyone will meet You, there everybody will be lose...