Somehow you had me in a sweet daze, Always coming back for what I craved. Acting on impulse and never quite wise, Your love had become my demise. One shot, two shot, three shot, four, I couldn’t stop I needed more. I’d wake up not feeling myself, Knowing your were bad for my health. A painful hangover, without the advil, You treated me as bad as a Captain Mo handle. Terribly shaky, my heart always...