It must be the perfume you use
Or the water with which you shower
But every little thing you do
To me seems like a great feat.
That night you kissed me
As if it were your mouth's last day
Each time I remember it
I feel the weight of a rock on my chest.
It's your maroon eyes
With that green streak
It's your face of a child
And that nervous laughter
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let me love you
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let me love you
Over the pure pleasure of floating
This time(1) I was dragged by the current.
I can't even sleep or eat
Like decent people do.
Your memory is still stuck to me
Like a brooch pinned to my pillow
And you that have a goldfish's memory instead
Remember nothing.
It's your hands of a man
The smell of your back
What doesn't have a name
has been achieved by your stare
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let me love you
I'm addicted to you
Because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want you to let me love you