Alba s touto skladbou:
The platinum collection,
Self control,
He stands in the doorway, his hands upon his hips
She stands by the punch bowl, a sweet smile on her lips
He slowly walks up to her, she reaches out for him
It's almost like some magnet is pulling both of them
And he says... and she says...
Silent partners, they don't say a word
She is the adjective and he is the verb
They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
They don't make no promises, so they don't tell no lies
Silent partners, silent partners
Later in their love nest, at half-past ecstasy
They cling to each other and lie there silently
She would like to tell him what she feels in her heart
And he would like to share his soul
But don't know where to start
So he says... and she says...
Silent partners, they don't say a word
She is the adjective and he is the verb
They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
They don't make no promises, so they don't tell no lies
Silent partners, silent partners
They speak with their bodies and they talk with their eyes
They don't make no promises, so they don't tell no lies
Silent partners, silent partners
Silent partners, silent partners
Silent partners
