See how you . . . make me do

Baby . . . I'm a fiend for the Nico

In nicotine but I can't get high

Like an experienced crack fiend

I still chase the elusive high

Want to hit but make it stick

Don't want to run because to rush it

It would be over before it's done

Because for real I'm stuck on you

On the real I'm addicted too

The perfection of your hips

The hint of a blown kiss from

Your lips or happenstance

Touch will set me off

Space Shuttle in the upper

Crust of the stratosphere

Oh My Dear

With the goods you got

Makes the equator hot

And the Pole swelter

Me I just melter and

Puddle as such into

Oceans when I am stunted

No need for cafe or caffeine

And I still stay up

Ecstaticly I find ecstasy

No need for pills

Just you and me

In this life

In love romantically

See what you do?

Me, shyt

I'm hooked on you