Got It Bad -

In the middle of the night

As it comes and goes

She whips a sound to a spell

Six times like I’ve never known

And she kiss me so tender

She move like the wind

And her hallways are full of portraits

Of all of her best friends

So we twist and intangible

To a soft medley

She grabs a long stem rose and whips her blood on me

So I wait and I wonder, will she come again

To haunt this heart of mine with spells that drown from within

As I journey up hillside

Mist the fog I could see

My love alone in a daze

Dangling from a tree

Softest palest of skin

Softest blue of eye

And her last words a whisper

To whom which need no reply

Won’t you save me my darling

For death is all I can see

She crafted and hung herself a noose

From once was once our swing

So I fell to my knees and I curse the night

You can still smell the foul stench of death

That haunts these hills to this night

She got it bad

She got it bad

She got it bad

The sweet romance

She got it bad

She got it bad

She got it bad

The sweet romance