Don't be civilized 'cause you know you're not
Time has lapsed and you are obviously hot
Let me tumble down your small train of thought
I will bring pleasure you have always sought
Soft-spoken words ingrained by my skilled tongue
Enrapture your mind 'till your thoughts are gone
Murmurs creep like enthrilling vines of sin
Kindling the bud of your most repressed dream
Reality comes, reality goes
Come, have fun until the gates of hell close
Let my fire be awakened by your kiss
Endure pain masked by overwhelming bliss.
>You've just been sweet-talked by Marijuana.