With a passion he choose, why don't you screamnWith passion it's cold, and nice to trynWith passion he choose the one he's likenWith passion he's ruinednnWith passion it's true and what's his name?nnInside homenI don't wanna take a ride homenI shouldn't make a bright onenAnd I sulk but a bright ones all I choosennWith passion it's true and what's his name?nWith passion it's you