Addicted
I wake up in the morning and it's on my mind, you know it's there morning, noon, and night,
and it makes me feel like nothing else, yeah it makes me feel just right,
you know I'm jonesin' for another fix, yeah you know I need it bad, cause the stuff your giving well it keeps me living, it's the best I've ever had,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, well it's your love that's driving me mad, and I'll drink to that,
the look in your eyes, and the taste of your lips, it's like a dam fine bottle of wine,
and your arms around me, well it warms me up, like a shot of tequila and lime,
I ain't ever had nothing like this,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad, and I need it bad,
Call me a junky, cause I just can't get enough,
I guess that somethings, just get in your blood,
thank God for me, that it is your love,
I think I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad,
and I'll drink to that.
and it makes me feel like nothing else, yeah it makes me feel just right,
you know I'm jonesin' for another fix, yeah you know I need it bad, cause the stuff your giving well it keeps me living, it's the best I've ever had,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, well it's your love that's driving me mad, and I'll drink to that,
the look in your eyes, and the taste of your lips, it's like a dam fine bottle of wine,
and your arms around me, well it warms me up, like a shot of tequila and lime,
I ain't ever had nothing like this,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad, and I need it bad,
Call me a junky, cause I just can't get enough,
I guess that somethings, just get in your blood,
thank God for me, that it is your love,
I think I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad,
I thing I might be addicted,
and I ain't talking drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, oh no
I think I might be addicted, it's your love that's driving me mad,
and I'll drink to that.
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Writer(s): Mark Curtis Alston, Jared Dietch, Mark Anthony Lowe
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