So, now little man, you've grown tired of grass,
L.S.D., speed, cocaine and hash;
And someone pretending to be a true friend,
Say 'I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin".

Well, honey, before you start fooling around with me,
Just let me tell you 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 poppy seed waste;
You'll start inhaling me one afternoon;
You'll take me into you're arms very soon.

And once I have entered deep down in your brain,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll need lots of money (as you've been told),
For, darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.

You'll swindle your mother, just for a buck;
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt;
You'll hug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
And then feel so content when I'm shot in your arm.

The day you realise the monster you've grown,
You'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think that you've got the mystical knack,
Then, sweetie, (just try getting me off your back.)

The vomit, the cramps, your gut in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, there's no need to look,
You'll desperately run to the pusher
And then welcome me back into your arms again.

And when I return,
Just as I foretold,
I know that you'll give me your body & soul,
You'll give me your morals, your conscious, your heart,
And you shall be mine
Till Death Do Us Part.

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