Chorus: C#m The sweetest perfection A To call my own F#m The slightest correction G# Couldnʼt finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind E I stop and I stare too much A Afraid that I care too much F#m And I hardly dare to touch G# 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 tugging me Then I want the real thing not tokens Chorus. Things youʼd expect to be Having 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 Sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldnʼt trade Chorus. C#m Of any kind
