Who knows what the future holds,
Where love ends or where love goes,
If hears will flutter or muffle in despair,
My dear, I tell you, Love is in the air.
No need to fear nor fret and hide,
'For when Cupids' arrows hits it cant be denied,
In the game of romance nothin is fair,
My dear, I tell you, Love is in the air.
Like a cool winter breeze blowing across the skin,
Lustful passion, who could ever know where it all begin,
Take a chance if you dare!
My dear, I tell you, Love is in the air.
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