I'm too lazy to compoase my own words. (And my hand itches like hellllllll.)
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse.
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse.
When I walk on Spring,
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell.
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask, "they sell?"
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse.
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse.
When I walk on Spring,
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell.
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask, "they sell?"