Sing a song about it   write a book about it   tell a friend about it   throw your arms around me      It's automatic   and it's oh so dramatic   I will ambush everyone   and infiltrate your very heart   bababa   bababa      Now play that song again   I like the melody   We'll start again brand new   It always comes right back to you      It's automatic   and oh it's so dramatic   I will ambush everyone   and infiltrate your very heart      Where is my heart?   Where is my soul?   What is my destiny   for these dreams I've dreamed?      It's pretty things   Like diamond rings   it falls apart   before it starts.