Not Your Prescription - Phillip J Rhoades - 2011 by phillip-j-rhoades
I'm not your prescription, I'm your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction, like an affliction, for murderous friction
Just like a hard pill, my movement is all skill, I'm makin your heart spill
Makin' your mind thrill, again and again still, we keepin' the pace 'til-
You better hold on girl, I'm breakin' up your world, makin' your toes curl
Makin' your eyes swirl, like you all high girl, with legs that go higher
we goin' at full bore, and breakin' the head board, pushin' it hardcore
We fallin' on the floor, cops at the back door, but you get on all four
You screamin' my name, like a score at a game, an' forgettin' your shame
With your body in flame, there's no way to be tame, so scream out my fame
You pullin me down there, you keepin' my head square, sayin' you won't share
I'm not your prescription, I'm your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction. . .
