Lyrics by Paul Korda
I was alone, her voice on the phone,
Talking in sensual undertones
Night after night, she set me alight,
But never invite me to her home.
So I tried to resist, then she'd insist
In feeding my mind with her antidote
Until I had no choice, but long for her voice,
and worship her life more than my own.
You feed me fantasy,
I can see what you mean in my mind.
You control my reality,
and I've lost all sense of time.
You feed me fantasy,
while I'm gone you move on my soul
There's one thing left for me to be,
it's under your control.
I felt mentally undressed, not the host,
nor a guest, in that position I was prone.
I looked on helplessly, she weaved
what was me, into her erogenous zones.
You feed me fantasy.............. |
 Not for Robots
by Paul Korda
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