Sleep with me,
put love to bed,
set my heart at rest,
let my lips be kissed.
Sleep with me,
my heart's awake.
Let our hands entwine,
put your mouth to mine,
and let's dream...a sleepless dream.
Sleep with me,
before it's all too much
and my heart bursts,
let our lips touch.
Sleep with me,
let torment sleep,
and let us kiss, sweet kisses deep,
and let's dream...
Be my hunter,
I'll be your prey.
Be my seducer,
lead me astray
into temptation,
here is my hand.
Take me to heaven,
to your promised land.
Be a devil,
I'll fall for you.
Be my angel,
just take me to
heaven,
under your wing.
Take me to heaven,
I'll do anything.
When imagination takes me for a spin
she always takes me home again,
from wild, all-night parties,
home to where my heart is.
When she carries me away
she can see I am easy prey for her.
Still we never stray too far.
She knows she takes my breath away,
she knows that she could play around with me,
but she takes pity.
The fact that I don't love you shouldn't stop you loving me.
I hate these superb suitors who don't stay on their bended knees.
Declaim their undying love, reclaim it when they see
they've got to join the long parade of all my devotees.
Alright I have got a lover who wants to marry me,
but that doesn't mean I don't require your virgin fidelity.
You're the only mirror on the wall that does justice to my beauty;
you're my favourite head-priestess, fairy on the Christmas tree.
How you love me!
I've heard a vicious rumour that your heart is breaking free,
from my charms and my enchantments, my sensuous tyranny.
What do I have to do to secure your precious loyalty?
I'll see you three times a week if that'll keep you happy.
How you love me!
I can't celebrate your happiness,
all I feel is bitterness.
You're guilty of not loving me.
You're guilty of not loving me.
I can't smile and I can't pretend
it's so fine now we're just friends.
So I won't be there when you call on me.
I can't celebrate your happiness,
so I'll celebrate my bitterness.
You're guilty of not loving me.
So I'll punish you till I'm free.
I'm your secret agent;
I work for me and you.
I think this secret service
might break my heart in two.
Secretly my heart beats;
I know you're not decieved.
A love that's simply given
is sure to be received.
Oo...Ah...
I'm your undercover lover;
sometimes I dream we're free
to walk out in this wild world,
together you and me.
But some codes can't be broken,
and though my love is full,
my love must be unspoken
and invisible.
Oo...Ah...
You will return to this sweet place
to trace the steps you should have taken.
You will turn, as you turn now,
away from this pure haven.
You will return to this sweet place
spoilt by hungry choices.
You will turn, as you turn now
towards this distant crisis,
to a bitter oasis.
© Caroline Trettine 2000