It must be the perfume you use
Or the water with which you bathe
But every little thing you do
It seems to me a feat
You kissed me that night
What if it was the last day of your mouth
Every one that I remember
I feel the weight of a rock in my chest
They are your brown eyes
With that greenish vein
It's your boy's face
And that nervous laugh
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself be loved
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself be loved
For the sheer pleasure of floating
Now if the current took me
I can not sleep or eat anymore
As decent people do
And your memory has remained in me
As well as a brooch on my pillow
And you instead have a fish memory
You do not remember anything
They are your man's hands
The smell of your back
What has no name
Your look made it
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself be loved
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself be loved.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)