oh baby, can't you see when you get mad at me your eyes light up your face oh baby, just admit if both my wrists were slit youīd bandage them with style and grace and itīs not over and I donīt think it will be and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, But you know with you Iīm never bored yes ma'am, you strike a chord that makes me shiver and mumble Iīm chomping at the bit I need my daily fix or my whole world will crumble and itīs not over I donīt think it will be and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, but you know come wrap your arms around the man who is back in town and loves to watch you smile don't know if I should laugh or cry with you sleeping by my side I hear the silence for miles and itīs not over I donīt think it will be and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so, but you know