Woorden:
Donna Summer Four Seasons Of Love

Emptiness and just a memory Love is gone with nothing left for me All these wasted feelings and something I no longer have I never knew that love could

This love of ours is gradually fading Something is wrong, or somebody's faking Autumn changes Shifting phases Autumn changes Turning stages Surely something

my fever, summer fever Summer fever You burn so deep with your love so sweet And you satisfy and mystify my fever, summer fever Summer fever Fever, summer fever Fever, summer

Emptiness and just a memory Love is gone with nothing left for me All those wasted feelings for something I no longer have I never knew that love could