Nicotine

We’re here for confessional

This is not a sin she said to me
Making sure I’m down on my knees
For there’s no time to waste
All you need is a little taste
As you blew her love down to me
Nicotine

She was tall, thin, deathly pale
Full of all the flavor that I crave
My soul was lost inside of her
Dark stains is her allure
The dominatrix now has her slave
Nicotine

As she puts a notch in her lip stick case
All she does is rub it in my face
I never had any of her trust
Is this a tumor or is this lust
A lot of times I’m just trying to find my place
Nicotine

That was after she and my soul are gone
I realized I’m just another John
I have only two friends left
I got her a my distress
Sometimes I just don’t know what to say
To Nicotine
Nicotine
Nicotine

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