Oh Mandy
I’ve dropped 2 pills and an 8th of Phet
Waiting for the rushes, waiting for the sweat
Listening to the music, feelin’ every beat
waiting for that melody which sweeps me off my feet
The beat drop’s out, music’s lost pace
My heart’s started racing, there’s a trickle down my face
I can start to feel tingles, my body start to shake
This rush is going to hit me, just like an earthquake
Now I’m in the rush, most ravers are the same
We’re lost in our music, lost in the game
Reaching for the lasers, hairs stood on end
On a euphoric journey, I don’t want to descend
The beat drops in, I return to the room
Left wanting more of my euphoric bloom
Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2017
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