Words by Mary Wildflower.
Music by Mary Wildflower.

You know, I never loved you, but
One Friday night you stole my heart,
On Sunday morning broke it; now
I'm a victim of love.
I'm a victim of love.
I'm a victim of love.

On Monday evening you were far,
And I was sitting in the bar.
You never phoned and I enjoyed
Being victim of love,
Being victim of love,
Being victim of love.

On Wednesday you were back and said:
“I love you”, but I wasn't glad.
I want you to be in my shoes -
Feel yourself victim of love,
Feel yourself victim of love,
Feel yourself victim of love.

Just be that victim of love.