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I'm not a little boy, I've lived alone and never loved so more
But when she touches me I'm on the way, I'm underneath the floor
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Whenever she comes I melt away
Like ice in the sun I melt away
I sit down in a chair and read a book as if I couldn't care
But she is in a room and I must look I see her everywhere
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Whenever she comes I melt away
Like ice in the sun I melt away
She opens up her eyes as if to speak
She looks at me and I am weak
Her eyes they seem much bigger than before
I cannot think anymore
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Whenever she comes I melt away
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Whenever she comes I melt away
Like ice in the sun I melt away
Ice in the Sun was written by Marty Wilde & Ronnie Scott.
Ice in the Sun was produced by John Schroeder.