Day In Day Out - Roberta Gambarini

And the pounding becomes a thousand drums

Day in, day out, the same old voodoo follows me about

The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you

And darling, I think of you, day in and day out

Day out, day in, I needn’t tell you how my days begin

When I awake, I awake with a tingle, one possibility

I awake with a tingle, one possibility in view

I awake with a tingle, one possibility in view

Possibility of maybe seeing you

Come rain, come shine, I meet you and to me the day is fine

Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes

The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums

Can’t you see it’s love?

Can there be any doubt?

When there it is day in, day out

Come rain, come shine, I meet you and to me the day is fine

Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes

The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums

Can’t you see it’s love?

Can there be any doubt?

When there it is day in, day out

Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes

The ocean’s roar, a thousand drums

Can’t you see it’s love?

Can there be any doubt?

When there it is day in, day out