Sometimes I think it can't be true.
All it takes is the taste of your lips,
and everything disappears,
leaving just us two.
Nothing has ever gotten me higher,
My choice drug is you.
To feel you pressed inside of me,
is like nothing I ever knew.
you flood my dreams with raging desire.
Nothing has ever gotten me higher,
My choice drug is you.
Your delicious body,
Your dreded hair,
Oh my god, your sexy stare.
It can't help but take me there.
Nothing has ever gotten me higher,
My choice drug is you.
But alas, in the end...
If all we remain is just friends,
That will be fine too.
Because your presence is what gets me high,
My choice drug is you.
copyright 2004
ginger sharpe
written in 2004
