Be My History

When I’m standing by your side
everything seems so right
You still have the same old smile,
the same shining in your eyes.
You give me the love I need,
you turn the cold into heat.
And when I am with you
there’s no reason to feel blue.
But we will never be what you see: Lady, be my history.
We will never be what you see: Lady, be my history!
What’s Love? What’s Love?
What’s Love? What’s Love?
Now I’m lying in your bed,
can’t explain why I am sad.
My heart is filled with things to say.
Should I wait another day?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right,
should I keep my thoughts inside?
Don’t you see the way I feel?
Don’t you see that I conceal?
But we will never be what you see: Lady, be my history.
We will never be what you see: Lady, be my history!
What’s Love? What’s Love?
What’s Love? What’s Love?
(I don’t know…)
I don’t know what’s wrong or right,
should I keep my thoughts inside?
I don’t know what’s right or wrong,
where’s the place where I belong?
Wrong or right or right or wrong,
should I wait another song?