The sweetest perfection
Depeche Mode
The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn’t finaly hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind The sweetest injection Of any kind (*) I stop and I stare too much Affraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When I need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me Feel something’s tugging me Than I want the real things not tokens The sweetest perfection ... comment: the following as above (*) Things you’d expect to be Baving effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches so sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me The sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldn’t trade The sweetest perfection ... comment: change B -> to the end --------------------------------------- From: Max Stepanov Russia St.Petersburg e-mail: [email protected]