Depeche Mode The Sweetest Perfection
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't find 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
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't find none
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
The sweetest injection
Of any kind
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
