It might be the perfume you use
or the water you bath with
but every little thing you do
to me it seems like a feat
you kissed me that night
As if it were the last day of your mouth
Everytime I recall
In my chest I feel the weight of a rock
It's your brown eyes
with that green vein
it's your baby face
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
Because of the pure pleasure of floating
now the stream does take me
I can't sleep or eat
Like decent people do
and your memory has stayed in me
like a brooch attached to my pillow
But your memory is that of a fish
and you don't remember anything
It's your masculine hands
the smell of your back
What doesn't have a name
Your look did
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