Get lost in the garden of my lustrous thoughts
Drown in the sea of my aesthetic touch

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line

Dive into my sternum and climb down between my ribs
Lay down in the valley of my prepossessing lips

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line

Have the audacity to trace every scar engraved on my disordered skin
Caress the strands of my hair and let your fingers and thoughts get lost

I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line,
high without snorting a line.