standing in a piss soaked breezeway
of a bodega over by the railways
drinking a Snapple nibbling on a pickle
looked up there she goes and here she comes
a few minutes later we were standing face to face
I couldn't resist her penetrated gaze
the allurement of those big beautiful irises
a hint of rose tickled the tip of my senses
couldn't think of nothing except curling her toes
she wore a flavor kind of fragrance I loved it sparked curiosity
inside of me suddenly I had a need to know what spelled so lusciously
she turned and blushed at me then said
it's Chloe suddenly something threw me
I had a ex who wore Chloe too adjusting my optical
shifting to the obstacle it was no longer optional
the need to know more was off the table
chunked my bag in the trash suddenly I was ready to go
noticing my sudden disinterest she asked me what's the matter
why you change the subject
I said nothing it's not you it's the aroma I'm drawn to
hooked on a smell I used to love to wake up to
be next to make love to that's why I'm so attracted to you
you remind me of someone else I wish I never met
had to change my mind in order to forget
I guess I better check myself in the mirror looking for a spot
for proof where she chopped off one of my roots
it's hard to believe 8 years later still under a spell
of an angel who put me through pure hell
why am I feeling this way it's such a beautiful day
it's been so long without a picture I cant see the face
couldn't tell you if she's dead or alive but the spirits so strong
it's hard to deny the degrees of separation
it was a bad situation an influx's of frustration
she once was number one in my book
I thought she was the best thing that ever happened to me
it's true I'm not lying I'm not singing laughing to myself but felt like crying
it's like some kind of high came over me got me
outside paranoid swaying from side to side thinking my ex done put a hex on me