Wanna sing like Billie Holiday,
wanna dance like Fred Astaire,
wanna look like Valentino,
but I'm killing this affair.
Wanna follow Che Guevara,
lead the rebels through their dream.
But I'll act like Sergeant Bilko,
even though I'll play James Dean,
but I'm killing this affair.
Killing this affair before I start.
Wanna dine with Bridget Barton,
wanna Sean Chilise,
drinking *** Perignon with caviar in the gay Parisian way.
Wanna fight Muhammad Ali and win the Golden Glove.
With the courage of my convictions,
I ain't got the guts to love.
So I'm killing this affair with your heart.
Killing this affair before
I start.
I'll fly higher than
the eagle,
but I'll always fly alone.
Maybe I'm too high for heaven.
Maybe I should just walk home on my own.
On my own.
It's my final scream to freedom when I'm strapped into this chair.
I'm just nonchalantly dreaming of killing this affair.
There's seven wonders in the world,
and God's a genius too.
He can share my spot at number eight,
then I'll do a deal with you.
But I'm killing this affair with your heart.
Yes, I'm killing this affair before I start.
Wanna shallow in the Swiss Alps,
wanna feel the mountain air.
As I'm skiing down the ice and slopes,
killing this affair.
Wanna reap Freud's words of wisdom,
can die in an Einstein's mind.
Devour Heiden simply,
and feed on Shakespeare's rhyme.
But I'm killing this affair with your heart.
Yes, I'm killing this affair before I start.
I'm killing this affair
with your heart.
I'm killing this affair with your heart.
Yes, I'm killing this affair with your heart.