Chemicals and Drugs, They Call Them Love
love is a chemical inside my brain
but you have all the right things
that make me fall in love.
Is it the calculation of your smile?
The blood rushing through these veins?
You have the chemicals
got me falling into love
you like a dosage of poison
but you're also the only cure
but I'd take you again and again
you've got me wanting more.
Love is a drug
got it coursing through my system
I hope you'll be my dealer
I always swore I'd never get addicted
but look at what you've done
I swore it'd be a small dose
and never would I let it happen again
but you were something I've never tried
and I want to try again.
What is it about you,
the butterflies you leave here
or perhaps the way you leave me craving
the poison in your kiss
chemicals and drugs
they call them love.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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