I KNOW A THING
OR TWO ABOUT HER
I KNOW SHE'LL ONLY
MAKE YOU CRY
BORN A WICKED CHILD,
LEFT ALONE IN THE FIELDS
MY FATHER WAS THE WIND
MY MOTHER WAS FIRE
RAISED BY WOLVES
AND I GREW UP WILD
WHEN THE HEART
RULES THE MIND
ONE LOOK
AND LOVE IS BLIND
WHEN YOU WANT THE
DREAM TO LAST
TAKE A CHANCE
FORGET THE PAST
ON AN ISLAND IN THE SUN COOL PACIFIC WINDS BLOW JUST ACROSS THE BAY BATTERED BY THE WAVES