Maybe you know what you're doing
and party like it's the final evening
or you could just close your eyes
and drool the days her nectar is streaming.

That woman is going to take your life
overdosing dopamine
defying the ravine
she takes you to the edge
says we should live first
and worry about it afterwards.

I can see clearly your neurosis
when you are just staring at your cellphone
you're waiting for her reply
naively like a dog for a chew bone.

That woman...

You are a poodle on her tight leash
you swallow politely all her whimsies
you'll fall hard down from the heights
if you hang on to her, blind and carefree.

That woman...

I'd like to send you off to rehab
but I fall believing in your ravings
there's too much love in your veins
injected in a moment of craving.

That woman...

You shouldn't fiddle with the fire
I'm warning again about the mantrap
be careful with someone's doll
your home can burn or you'll face a mishap.

That woman...

You could get lost on the verge
or end up to a mental purge
but does it really have significance
if you get your last high
the end will be perfect
if you smile when you die.