Too Much Of A Good Thing
Too sweet to be true, and so fucking new, to sweet to fall in love with you, so absolutely not like anyone before, ; I’ve fallen way yonder for many a beautiful boy. ; If yesterday you came my way, I wouldnt’ve seen the magic. ; If yesterday you called my name, I wouldnt’ve heard your voice. ; Something foreign in the air has twisted all the rules. ; The game became so young again, and babe, it’s bringing back the blues. ; I try to be precise, more real, more true with words to you. But running out of waters, I get stuck with loving you, Just like that. Just like that. My mind is running blank. ; I used to love the young & blazing, mad & amazing, hard & somewhat sweetly plasticating, masticating, tempting to the lips & bones, American style hip-hop & all ; with some neo laid-back chic of some passive-alternative soul. But I never loved anyone more than Rock & Roll. ; Let me put it this way, for 20 years or so, ; I never got laid by anyone older in this world. ; You move me on the soft side, I’m used to tripping wild. ; I’m scared to be tamed, but I’m taking this ride. ; People say it’s time ; Words come easy when you’re messing with your mind. ; It’s just another morning where you left your skin behind. ; Sea-salt air, a gentle buzz, the inner city wake up call. ; And I would give it all to you, but you always wanted more. ; Your CK perfume is the mild of the set. ; It never lasts on anyone else longer than your self. ; I sniff it while it lingers, like a mad dog under your spell. ; But too much of a good thing will get you straight to Hell ; BUT I NEVER LET YOU DOWN, why don’t you stay some with me, to the end of time; 