how strange is this thing called love
it's like we never met I guess I was
fooled by an imposter masquerading
by infiltrating my infatuations
smitten imaginations carried away
as though I've died awake gone inside
spinning black vinyl listening to the oldies
imaging the feeling of agony of ecstasy
visioning feelings of meanings
golden harps and strings of rhythm
warms my heart into candle wax
never ever want to be free from ecstasy
a song written about a side chick
who had to be a bad bit for a man
to sing his heart out like that telling
the world he's willing to pay the price
of agony for the ecstasy like a junky
singing about the best heroin he ever had
a man at the end of his rope needs
Misses Jones to cope, now that's good dope
a players anthem the game sold not told
paying the agony for the ecstasy
what you know bout fun turning into love
one night together might be nice just
one night is never enough when you're
addicted to the good, good stuff
sending chills up my healthy happy
holy spine all up and through my mind
cheating is bad but Smokey makes it
sound so ooh baby baby to
have a side piece called ecstasy
The Immortal Wize
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