When you walk into the room, [bad word] through my veins. The thought of touching you is driving me insane. Now when I see you, I want you, I'm losing control, I can't take this no longer, oh, no!
I'm imaging you now and I can barely breathe. I still smell you're perfume and it's making me feel weak. From Moscow to Sarajevo I search you high and low, cause my obsession just won't let go...
And from Moscow to Oslo I'd search you high and low, like a hunter who just can't let go!..
You're my obsession! Going out of my mind, it's my obsession! What am I gonna find... Obsession! My defences are low, how far will I let this obsession go!