So addicted, so addicted
So addicted, addicted
So addicted, so addicted
So addicted, so addicted
Friday night, same old scene, I'm picking up the phone
just to dial your number, wondering if you are alone.
And I keep on telling myself this is the last time,
knowing you're no good for me and that I waste my time.
But when you talk to me,
how could I disagree?
Your voice keeps telling me:
skip your doubts, go ask for it,
one last shot, then you quit.
You've got me addicted to you.
No escape, all roads lead to you.
You've got me addicted to you
Give me one last shot, I'm addicted to your touch.
You've got me addicted to you.
No escape, all roads lead to you.
You've got me addicted to you.
I think I took too much, I'm addicted to your touch
So addicted, so addicted
So addicted, addicted
So addicted, so addicted
So addicted, so addicted
Sunday night, the weekend's done, and I must admit:
yes, I've had a relapse, but I promise I'm gon' quit!
Just one shot, one last time, then I'm over it.
So I grab my telephone and have a go at it.
'Cause when you talk to me,
how could I disagree?
Your voice keeps telling me:
skip your doubts, go ask for it,
one last shot, then you quit
You've got me addicted to you.
No escape, all roads lead to you.
You've got me addicted to you
Give me one last shot, I'm addicted to your touch.
You've got me addicted to you.
No escape, all roads lead to you.
You've got me addicted to you.
I think I took too much, I'm addicted to your touch
You've got me addicted to you.
No escape, all roads lead to you.
You've got me addicted to you
Give me one last shot, I'm addicted to your touch.
So addicted, so addicted
So addicted, addicted
So addicted, so addicted
Give me one last shot, I'm addicted to your touch

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