Home fires, nothing left to do, not the same old point of view Say you do Little bitches, learn my tricks, all defences i stick up your face And love is a number I died on the carpet, now that is a scene! Volleys of angels, i spread them with wings Overtouched And love is a number One of the lies, one of the looks, one of the times... I've just left the house I'm through making out With my dreams Well i feel left out I'm through making out: Love is a number. Midnight, walks alone The secret is up, your face is down, And love is a number (Gika-gika!) and to the men who chose lies: What is science, when history's in doubt? Some say Some say sex sells Some say Some say sex sells I've just left the room, i no more can consume This kiss (this kiss) Those kisses we made The messes... we meant it? Home fires, nothing left to do Never wasting words with you Say you do Shallow secrets cross my head All the symbols i stick in your head That love is a number And you're wailing, you're wailing, you're wailing, it's true I fucking love myself I better love you, I better love you Some say, some say sex sells (i better love you) Some say, some say sex sells (i think about you) Some say, some say sex sells (i only will speak the truth) Some say, some say sex sells (i think about you) I think about you...