Oh baby can't you see   when you get mad at me   your eyes light up your face      Oh baby, just admit   if both my wrists were slit   you'd bandage them with style and grace      And it's not over   I don't think that it will be   and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins   and that's a metaphor   for the feelings that I store      I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   but you know      With you I'm never bored   yes ma'm, you strike a chord   that makes me shiver and mumble      I'm chomping at the bit   I need my daily fix   or my whole world will crumble      And it's not over   I don't think that it will be   and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins   and that's a metaphor   for the feelings that I store      I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   but you know      Come wrap your arms around   the man who's back in town   and loves to watch you smile      Don't know if I should laugh or cry   with you sleeping by my side   I hear the silence for miles      And it's not over   I don't think that it will be   and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins   and that's a metaphor   for the feelings that I store      I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   I confess I love you so   but you know