He-ya-hey, come to me,
He-ya-hey, run to me,
He-ya-hey, sweep me off my feet again.
He-ya-hey, come to me,
He-ya-hey, run to me,
He-ya-hey, lift me up like a hurricane.
He-ya-hey, come to me,
He-ya-hey, run to me,
He-ya-hey, sweep me off my feet again.

Let our feet move to the music
Let our hearts sing to every beat,
Watch as our bodies glisten in the heat.

Pryspiv:
Come to me,
Run to me,
Sweep me off my feet again!
He-ya-hey, he-ya-hey!
Lift me up like a hurricane!
He-ya-hey, he-ya-hey!

Come to me...

I wish upon a shooting star,
I want you to stay in my arms,
And shelter me when it starts to rain,
You’re my rock, you’re my mountain.

Pryspiv

I’m not too proud to say,
Would you in every way,
Oh, baby, can’t you see
I’ve fallen to my knees.
’Cos life’s too short to hide,
Your feelings deep inside,
One thing you need to know.
I’m never letting you go!

Sweep me off my feet again!
He-ya-hey, he-ya-hey!
Lift me up like a hurricane!
He-ya-hey, he-ya-hey!

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