She's made of dreams
Wants fun, go out of phobia
Oh but it seems
That she isn't an obeah
She loves to crush him, well
Masses his back
Cooks good with heart as hell
Obviously there's a crack
She's hooked by him
Like never been
He joys of it
When bored he quits
And disappears
She drinks a bit
And drops some tears
Nothing is easy
Driving her crazy
Living in sorrow
Said not right now
She drinks too much and takes a pill
Can't forget condition and put a spell
Ten pills would shot or kill her brain
Another drug will shut the pain
You want fun, go out of phobia
But you know you aren't a fuckin' obeah
You loves to crush her, well
You're not a floorcloth
Believe in you as hell
You'll get your chance
You're hooked by her
Like never been
She joys of it
When bored she quits
And disappears
You drink a bit
And drop some tears
Nothing is easy
Driving you crazy
Living in sorrow
Said not right now

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