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So now, Little Man, you've grown tired of grass,
L.S.D., goof balls, cocaine, and hash,
And someone pretending to be a true friend
Says, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well, Honey, before you start messing with me,
Let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave;
I've sent men much stronger than you to their grave.
You think you could never become a disgrace
And end up addicted to my poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
And take me into our arms very soon.
And once I have entered deep down in your veins,
The craving will early drive you insance.
The hot chills, the cold sweat and withdrawl pains
Can only be saved by me little white grains.
You'll need lots of money (as you have been told),
For, Darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck,
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
And feel contempt when I'm in your arm.
And when you realize the monster you've grown,
You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
But, Sweety, if you think you've got the mystical knack,
Then just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,
Your tangling nerves screaming for just one more shot,
You'll desperately run to the pusher and then
Welcome me back to your arms once again.
And when you return (just as I foretold),
You know you will give me your body and soul.
There's no need to hide, and there's nowhere to look,
For deep down inside you'll know you are hooked.
You'll give up your conscience, your morals, and heart
And you will be mine till
Death Do Us Part