It seems to me there's no winner in this travesty You said to me there's no magic, only chemistry Oh, I can hear it now The voice that told me I should walk away We were dancing to disaster, So we danced a little faster anyway
CHORUS :
'Cause we are rivals, feel the competition We are rivals, loving opposition We are rivals, rivals You and me
What's left for you to prove You stand still and make a mountain move What's left to lose You just stop playing till the light improves Oh, this foolish ? is dancing with her fingers in your hair She flicks her wrist and then if you resist There will be wreckage everywhere
CHORUS
Why don't we hold fast Why don't we hold our fire We're always going to lose this battle We'll never win
CHORUS TO FADE
Compositores: Anna Rose Dore Charmian (Charmian Dore) (PRS), Barbara Ruth Dickson (Barbara Dickson) (PRS)Editor: B A T Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #35268666 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM