I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N,
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N,
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N,
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N,
I've got this problem that I cannot control,
You put my heart in jail but now it's on parole.
You thought that you had left alone in the rain,
But I saw you and my heart started up again.
(*CHORUS*)
I do not wa-wa-wa-wa-want you.
I do not ne-ne-ne-ne-need you,
I just like the way you walk,
The way you move,
The way you talk, oh yeah.
And I can't let go.
Infatuation's got a hold on me.
Whoa, whoa.
Our midnight flight to insecurity.
And I can't let go.
And she's making me lose my grip on reality.
In-fa-fa-fa-tuation.
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N,
I-N-F-A-T-U-A-T-I-O-N.
You said that you loved me,
But that was long ago,
And if I asked you out again,
Would you still say no?
Is your heart is filled up with vise,
Is your glare still cold,
Or have you changed your mind since then,
Fill it up with gold.
*CHORUS*
Whoa, whoa.
Because you do not love me,
Doesn't mean I cannot,
Don't cast my heart away 'cause it's all that I've got.
I've got this little problem that I cannot control,
You put my heart in jail but now it's on parole.
*CHORUS*
