It must be the perfume that you use
Or the water with which you bathe yourself
But each little thing that you do
To me seems a great feet
You kissed me that night
Which it were the last day of your mouth
Each time that I remember
I feel in my chest the weight of a rock
They are your brown eyes
With that green streak
It is 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 arrived me
Already I can't sleep nor eat
Like decent people do
Your memory has stayed in me
Like a broach fastened on my pillow
And you in exchange have a fish memory
You don't remember anything
They are your man hands
The odor of your back
What doesn't have a name
Your look achieves it
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