There is so much a girl can tell you, So much she can say.
You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby.
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 large 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