Go back to your old job, son. You swore on her that
you’d keep her happy. I am happy. He swore on me. If bad luck comes my way,
I’ll deal with it. Like a cold chill, like a high fever. Being in your company
is a curse I adore. I maybe losing my mind. You’re an addiction… …stings like a wound. You’re an addiction,
stings like a wound. Bumpy roads ahead… …go slow. O roads ahead, slow down! You’re an addiction,
stings like a wound. What is it? This is the first time we’re eating
together since we got married. See how the wall of modesty
has kept us apart. A sign from you has made me
scale that wall. Though the quilt of love… …is too short and soiled
but it’ll keep us warm. All I want is you by my side. You’re an addiction,
stings like a wound.