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Loves Crazy
Oh! It sticks to me.
Like a stain.
I can't get it out.
From underneath my skin.
Everything it does to me.
I feel in pleasure of it's pain.
And I fall heavy.
To it's rien.
It temps this man's lust.
Enough to rattle.
A weaker man's brain.
It's never in a hurry.
To get close enough.
And before my day is done.
My head is gonna roll.
It may have been the crush.
That took it's toll.
When control finally explodes.
And loves turned to rust.
Oh!, why do I think so dam much.
I guess it lies in touch.
With the heart.
And its lasting grip of it's clutch.
I can never explain it.
It just knocks so heavy.
Without ever uttering a hush (Sssh).
Or putting up it's fight.
If I could only make it speak.
Put me out of this misery.
That I tell myself is wrong.
But feels so right.
Devouring the soul of my days.
And robbing me blind.
Of the nights.
It hasn't a name.
It follows no time.
It makes up it's own rules.
Who is master of genius.
And who's jester of the fools.
I just can't jump high enough.
Through all the hoops.
Of it's love.
But when I hear it's command calling.
I can't lie of it's adrenaline rush.
My temperature rising.
Im sweating bullets.
That leave me cold, pale and flush.
It's contemptuous in compromising.
It's sex appeal tantalizing.
It knows.
My emotions simple.
Not capable of going into hiding.
I've forgotten about right and wrong.
Where common sense has gone.
These eyes are only hurting me.
And I'll never have enough blind faith.
To be free.
Cuz I'm madly in love with it.
You see it drives me crazy.
I must be crazy, crazy.
Today tomorrow and every other day.
It will have it's way.
Like a stain.
I can't get it out.
From underneath my skin.
Everything it does to me.
I feel in pleasure of it's pain.
And I fall heavy.
To it's rien.
It temps this man's lust.
Enough to rattle.
A weaker man's brain.
It's never in a hurry.
To get close enough.
And before my day is done.
My head is gonna roll.
It may have been the crush.
That took it's toll.
When control finally explodes.
And loves turned to rust.
Oh!, why do I think so dam much.
I guess it lies in touch.
With the heart.
And its lasting grip of it's clutch.
I can never explain it.
It just knocks so heavy.
Without ever uttering a hush (Sssh).
Or putting up it's fight.
If I could only make it speak.
Put me out of this misery.
That I tell myself is wrong.
But feels so right.
Devouring the soul of my days.
And robbing me blind.
Of the nights.
It hasn't a name.
It follows no time.
It makes up it's own rules.
Who is master of genius.
And who's jester of the fools.
I just can't jump high enough.
Through all the hoops.
Of it's love.
But when I hear it's command calling.
I can't lie of it's adrenaline rush.
My temperature rising.
Im sweating bullets.
That leave me cold, pale and flush.
It's contemptuous in compromising.
It's sex appeal tantalizing.
It knows.
My emotions simple.
Not capable of going into hiding.
I've forgotten about right and wrong.
Where common sense has gone.
These eyes are only hurting me.
And I'll never have enough blind faith.
To be free.
Cuz I'm madly in love with it.
You see it drives me crazy.
I must be crazy, crazy.
Today tomorrow and every other day.
It will have it's way.
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