Tenement slum. Ooh, ooh, ooh... aaaahhh. . You think that I don't feel love. What I feel for you is real love. In other's eyes I see reflected. A hurt, scorned, rejected.
(Tenement slum. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah). . You think that I don't feel love. But what I feel for you is real love. In those eyes, I see reflected.
You think that I don't feel love. What I feel for you is real love. In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected. Love child, never meant to be.
You think that I don't feel love. What I feel for you is real love. In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected. Love child, never meant to be.