Оригинален текст
I watch you from across the room...
So sleek and slender,
With spikey hair...
Your touch brings chills,
Like late January...
Your eyes bore into me,
You know I know what you know,
But don't understand...
Or maybe you do, and I don't
I waste my time with obsession,
By Calvin Klien
But that doesn't matter,
All I know is
Your touch brings chills like late January,
And your eyes bore into me...