Something about youIt's like an addictionHit me with your best shot honeyI've got no reason to doubt you'Cause certain things hurtAnd you're my only virtueAnd I'm virtually yoursAnd you keep coming back, coming back againKeep running round, running round, running round my headAnd there's certain things that I adoreAnd there's certain things that I ignoreBut I'm certain that I'm yoursCertain that I'm yoursCertain that I'm yours