Your voice is my drug,
Stop and try to listen
As I lay here
And think:
"Boy what have you done to me?"
Not a hint of jealousy
Unless it's from those
Sweating me
But boy I wonder
Do you see
Just what all you do to me.
Making up these fantasies
About you here
Right next to me
Helping me with all these pains,
Trying to make them go away.
Promise me that you'll stay
And there'll be no one in our way.
Don't you see what you have done
Because your voice,
My mind, it's won.
Millie J. Skosher
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