Your lips were coated in Grey Goose, I could get drunk off of you. You lingered on my tongue, I longed to know your thoughts. We danced through the streets, I forgot how to think. You were a drug and I was hooked. I smoked you, I injected you into my bloodstream. I've been clean for two years, but there's not a day that goes by that I'm not drunk on the thought of you coming back.