Jealousy — Frankie Laine

Jealousy, night and day you torture me. I sometimes wonder if this spell that I'm under, Can only be a melody for I know no one but me, Has won your heart but when the music starts:

My peace departs, From the moment they play that lovely strain And we surrender to all its charm again. This jealousy that tortures me is ecstasy, mystery, pain.

We dance to a tango of love. Your heart beats with mine as we sway. Your eyes give the answer I'm dreaming of: That soft word your cruel lips will never say.

Well, I fear that the music will end, And shatter the spell it may lend. To make me believe when your eyes just deceive, It's only a tango you love.

I fear that the music will end, And shatter the spell it may lend. To make me believe when your eyes just deceive, It's only a tango you love. It's only a tango that you love.