Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray 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 gray Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da 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