It must be the perfume you use
The water you bathe with.
But every little thing you do seems like a feat to me.
You kissed me that night as if it were the only day of your mouth,
Every time I remember I feel in my chest the pit of a rock.
They are your eyes, brown
That greenish earring
It is your face of child
That nervous smile
I'm addicted to you, because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you, I want you to let yourself be loved.
I 'I'm addicted to you, because your skin is a vice
Baby I'm addicted to you, I want you to let yourself be loved.
For the pure pleasure of floating now if the current carried me away
I can no longer sleep or eat like decent people do
A memory has remained like a roche on my pillow
And you, on the other hand, who have the memory of a fish, don't remember anything.
They are your man's hands,
And the smell of your back
What has no name,
Your gaze achieved it.
I'm addicted to you, because it is a your skin vice let yourself be loved.

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