Well, she got over me
Not long after she got under me
And when she left I could see
It was no mistake.
Yeah, she got into me
Just for what she could get out of me
And when she paid her fee
It was the going rate.
Well, she got high on me
As a means of getting by on me
And though I thought that I was free
There was no escape.
Yeah, she got over me
So high over me
Way up to where she could not breathe
And it was no mistake.
copyright Andy Nowicki, 2024
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