Make it

Make it cuz you're standing at her door

Don't fake it

Don't fake it cuz she's cryin on your shoulder

So I'll stand up and write you a letter

But I'm standing on glass and ya know I think it'd be better if I

Take it

Take it from me, I won't stand alone

I please you, hear it

Won't you hear it with his fabricated certain tone

Do away with apprehension

Omitting all oppression

Dans le nom qui es le mot

Don't listen to a human heart