Hey
She's wicked, delightful, bright and spiteful
Not to be trifled with mid-cycle, hm
She may be slight but she can be frightful
Known to fire lovers in a quiet disciple
Sight of her full thighs eyes
Makes my blood pound 'round
And I can't hear nothing
But the rushing sound
Face down, stiletto on the crown of my head
Bound tight to an idea that drags me down
And I might never be found
In sight of sense again
The phone ring and I have no defense again
Intense to end all intensity
My propensity may be the death of me you see
Propensity may be the death of me you see

Hey i'm in love with another man's woman
Cancerous what I'm doing
Didn't plan for this
Never before felt so amorous
Or frightened of people with cameras
Anybody who stands with us will
Be damned with us
Head stuck in the sand with us
Others abandon us, even friends telling me
I will never be believed again
And what's scandalous
Not a trace of remorse, even then
Even when all my floors are exposed
Still shed clothes on the floor again
And again, and again

And again, and again

Hey my world has contracted end to end
My friends are subtracted
The only feeling is a numbness
Waiting for the phone to ring
Start my heart to beating
The blood in my veins seen
If it's not you I just resume my pacing

I can't eat the way I'm aching
Till I get my fix my body won't quit shaking
Check the telephone connection
Make sure it's working

People keep knocking but they can't come in
It's like the walls of my mind are falling in
And all I can think about is more linen
On my bed all day I ignore women
Offering a path way from affliction
But I'm in love with my addiction you see

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Writer(s): Ayalah Deborah Bentovim, Maxwell Alexander Fraser, Rollo Armstrong