Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
 
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea 
And you became the light on the dark side of me 
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill 
 
But did you know that when it snows 
My eyes become large and 
The light that you shine can't be seen? 
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey 
Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah 
And now that your rose is in bloom 
A light hits the gloom on the grey 
 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
 
There is so much a man can tell you 
So much he can say 
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby 
To me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny 
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? 
 
But did you know that when it snows 
My eyes become large and 
The light that you shine can't be seen? 
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey 
Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah 
Now that your rose is in bloom 
A light hits the gloom on the grey 
 
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey 
I, I've been kissed by a rose on the grey 
I've (And if I should fall, will it all go away?) been kissed by a rose on the grey 
I, I've been kissed by a rose on the grey 
 
There is so much a man can tell you 
So much he can say 
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain 
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah 
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? 
 
But did you know that when it snows 
My eyes become large and 
The light that you shine can't be seen? 
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey 
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah 
Now that your rose is in bloom 
A light hits the gloom on the grey 
Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey 
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah 
And now that your rose is in bloom 
A light hits the gloom on the grey 
 
Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya 
 
Now that your rose is in bloom 
A light hits the gloom on the grey 
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La chanson est très belle mais le film est notoirement mauvais. Un vrai navet. Le suivant avec George Clooney en Batman est encore pire.
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