By Mark Nichols & Brian Bryson
I'm your addiction, honey pie
He's your addiction, honey pie
I'm your addiction, it's no lie, lie, lie, lie
I like the way you look at me
He likes the way you look at him
In your eyes I see myself pretty
Oh, pretty in his eyes
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes
Oh no
I'm your addiction, honey pie
He's your addiction, honey pie
Not going to leave you don't you cry
Not going to leave you don't you cry
I like the way we mess around
He likes the way we mess around
Jumpin' through sprinklers
Rollin' on the ground
Oh rollin' on the ground
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes
Oh no
I will turn you ugly inside out
And you'll still love me
I'm so happy I could shout
I took away your job
I took away your kid
Pay no attention to what I just did
I could eat you up
He's hungry, baby
Til there's nothing left of me
This love is all-consuming
It's a perfect sort of delicacy
I'm your addiction, honey pie
He's your addiction, honey pie
I'm your addiction, it's no lie, lie, lie, lie
I like the way you look at me
He likes the way you look at him
In your eyes I see myself pretty
Oh, pretty in his eyes
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes
Oh no
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