Addiction
Hey, hey mama, why don’t you look ’round the bend?
There’s a black-eyed man who says he’s your friend.
He’s dark as the night, with cool eyes that see,
He’ll fix up your life—whatever you decree.
He’s got the lip, yeah, he’s got the sight;
He’s already sold your soul to the night.
Hey, hey mama, why don’t you turn out the light?
There’s a black-eyed man who says it’s all too bright.
He don’t like the warm, no, he can’t take the heat;
Just follow his words and he’ll give you a treat.
He’s got the spirit, you know he’s got the fight;
Let him go, it’s gonna be all right.
Hey, hey mama, it’s too late to try;
There’s a black-eyed man who says it’s okay to cry.
He’s got your heart and he’s got your mind;
No need to sugarcoat, no point in being kind.
You lost yourself, you gave it away;
It’s too late for you—now he’s got the say.
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