I used to get that funky fresh smell of the passion fruits,
The one that made you kiss my back on Saturdays.
And I used to see myself dancing to the sound of fruits,
So feminive and naпve and happy in all the ways.
I used to wonder if ever agai⋯⋯n youd take my pictures,
As wed sweetly (sweetly) sit on the highest mountains.
And I say Hey..
I could get used to this.
I could get used to this.
You used to say I will take care of you, you know
Da la la la aaah.
And you used to hold your girl so very close,
You did, you did, all along.
You.. used to sing me songs, we.. we lay
And make sweet love.
And I say Hey..
Youre my cocaine.
Magic.
So pure. So real.
Nothing better.
Youre like a rain.
Fresh.
Raining down on me.
24/7
I could get used to this.
I could get used to this.
The one that made you kiss my back on Saturdays.
And I used to see myself dancing to the sound of fruits,
So feminive and naпve and happy in all the ways.
I used to wonder if ever agai⋯⋯n youd take my pictures,
As wed sweetly (sweetly) sit on the highest mountains.
And I say Hey..
I could get used to this.
I could get used to this.
You used to say I will take care of you, you know
Da la la la aaah.
And you used to hold your girl so very close,
You did, you did, all along.
You.. used to sing me songs, we.. we lay
And make sweet love.
And I say Hey..
Youre my cocaine.
Magic.
So pure. So real.
Nothing better.
Youre like a rain.
Fresh.
Raining down on me.
24/7
I could get used to this.
I could get used to this.
