Fleming & John. I Fall for You. Zeneszám

A sleight of hand with fingers full of grace
Work the magic that you do
Disappear without a single trace
And every time I fall for you

I fall for you, I fall for you
I fall for you, and when I do
I can't seem to pick myself up off the ground

I think I've come to the conclusion
That it's all a bunch of bull, yeah
Love is an optical illusion
And once again I've played the fool

I fall for you, I fall for you
I fall for you, and when I do
I can't seem to pick myself up off the ground

Last night I had a dream
I was your assistant, it seems
I was dressed in ostrich feathers

You did that trick where you sawed me in half
But you laughed and then you left
Without putting me back together

Je tombe pour toi
Je tombe pour toi
Je tombe pour toi
E quand c'est fait je ne peux plus me relever du sol