When you kiss my forehead it gives me fuzzy feeling in my tummy. Like a shot of vodka I go all warm. It’s such a better feeling then that poison. It’s good poison. Your my poison. Your my drug. Your my addiction. You injected me with your love. You made me want you. You make me positive. Your the one who cast this sad spell away from me. You protected me and that’s the reason your the one I want. No one else.