Depeche Mode – The Sweetest Perfection
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn’t findy none
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
The sweetest injection
Of any kind
I stop and I stare too much
I stop and 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 tugging me
Than I want the real things not tokens
The sweetest perfection …
Thing you expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
I know that nothing can stop me
The sweetest injection
As offer was made
As assorted collection …
But I wouldn’t trade
The sweetest perfection
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me
