Love is an acid that slithers down the back of your throat & disintergrates every good flesh into a nothingness of gases
A melody, a jam, a beat, a rythm, a clash of instruments and Cupids harp heard by the long awaiting mases
Who would'de guessed it's in rohypnol that angelic son of b**ch dips his pretty little darts
Such a blind sighted trickster, a femme fatal, a dog, a ladies man all robbing peoples tender hearts
Vitnam all over again just another love war, they say that makes it all fair
It's a powerful force that has no reckoning, no reasoning, so I ask, tough guy, do you dare?
Set foot in this battlefield without a chunky metal suit and an array of heavy artillary?
Full well knowing your vulnerable, open heart and there it goes scorn punctures your capillary
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