Adoro essa música.

nem sei bem o porquê...

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know, that when it snows my eyes become larger,
And the light that you shine can be seen...
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, 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 gray,

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
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 gray,

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray...