Hope Fell Down

Hey little sister, I don't understand what you did
I'm hot enough to blister
Maybe this is just some kind of foolish game my mind is playing
One voice it cries a warning
Half of me's already there and half of me ain't got the stuff
My love it's out of control
I tell you because of what she does to my soul
With all these fantasies she's triggering


Psychoactive, that girl is hypersexual
She knows how to fire my imagination
She's got to be Psychoactive
The fact is everything's a fantasy
Makes that offer so attractive, cause that girl's so Psychoactive

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