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Look at me, look at me, look at me dance
With another man, who taught me something.
Look at me, look at me, look at me change
At my own pace, mistaken, drunken.
Wouldn't be easy to ever decide
We just couldn't be whatever we are?
So you are telling the current that goes through my alien heart...
Is love?
On my home planet it wasn't a thing
For touch and for fondness.
And when you tried showing me what it might mean
I was lost and hopeless.
But after all I might just understand
The feeling of when you take my hand.
'Cause there's a current that goes from your touch to my alien heart.
I hope it's love...
