Pestilence

Too high,
Can’t come down.
Losing my head,
Spinning ‘round and ‘round.
Do you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips,
I’m on a ride;
You're toxic I'm slipping under.
With a taste of a poison paradise:
I’m addicted to you,
Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

-'Toxic', B. Spears