Must be the perfume you use
Or the water that you bath with
But every little thing you do
Seems like a feat to me
You kissed me that night
Which was the last day to your lips
Every time that I remember
I feel weight of a rock in my chest
It's your brown eyes
With that greenish vein
It's your baby 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 love
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself love
For the pure pleasure of floating
Now if the current would lead me
I can't sleep nor eat anymore
Like decent people do it
Your memory has remained in me
Like a brooch pinned into my pillow
And you, however, having memory of a fish
Don't remember of anything
It's your manly hands
Smell of your back
Whatever with no name
That got you to your look
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself love
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let yourself love