There is so much a man can tell you
so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a grown addiction that i can’t deny
Won’t you tell me is that healthy babe
but did you know that when it snows, my eyes become enlarged
and the light that you shine can be seen

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom on the grey Continuar leyendo »