I want it, want it, want it
more than the baby wants the bottle
more than a theory to Aristotle
I need it, need it, need it
more than a heart needs to beat
more than a man needs to eat
more than Romeo needs Juliet
more than a gambler lives for his next bet
It consumes me as the plague
Makes this thought seem rather vague
It's got me, got me, got me
Will I last this day?
Is April after May?