Timo Raisanen The Drug Of My Choice
Hell, here I go again too f..cked up to get the words
right.
And hell, here I come again after you.
Hell, here I go again trying to hang sweet from the tree.
And hell, I’m just loosing my dignity.
But if you’d just come out and give me the word I’d leave
you and I’d leave me too.
I’d hand myself over to his masters voice, like before,
the drug of my choice.
Dear, here I go again giving away pieces of me.
Though I known it’s not all right I’ll just let it be.
Sweet dear, let’s sit down a while, I have so much left
for you.
And hell, just listen to me I sound like a fool.
But if you’d just come out and give me the word I’d leave
you and I’d leave me too.
And I’d hand myself over to his masters voice, like
before, the drug of my choice.
