you should be the perfume that you use
or the water with your baths
but every little thing that you do
to me seems to me like a feat
you kissed me tonight
which yes inside the last day of your mouth
each that I agree
I feel the wight of a rock in my chest
your brown eyes
with this green vein
it's your baby face
and this nervous laughter
I'm addicted to you
because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want to let you
I'm addicted to you
because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want to let you
through the pure pleasure of floating
now if the current carries me
I can't sleep or eat
how to make it for decent people
and your memory has stayed in me
so like a lit brooch in my pillow
and your memory changes to a fish
you don't remember anything
your man hands
the gold of your back
whatever doesn't have name
you got your look
I'm addicted to you
because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want to let you
I'm addicted to you
because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you
I want to let you