Irish Selection 1999:
Tommy Quinn - "You Can't Fight It"

You Can't Fight It

Some of us win, some of us lose
And there are some who get the blues
But this single guy feels good inside, it must be you
And I can't believe this is happening to me
I've got a plan myself to see
That I'm not dreaming or disbelieving

That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now

And there were times when I had a run
And I said: Enough is enough
I know that was then and this is now, it must be love
The moment we touched everything seemed so right
I felt I knew you all of my life
But I'm not dreaming or make-believing

That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own

That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me

You can't fight it on your own; you can't do it by yourself
You can't do it on your own, baby, tonight…

You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now
You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own
That's what they're telling me now

That I can't fight it own my own, no no no
(You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own)
(That's what they're telling me now)
I know you can't do it on your own
(You can't fight it; you can't do it on your own)
(That'ѕ what they're telling me) You cаn't fight it