Tis nightfall and a girl calls out to sea
"Creatures of the night...

Take a walk through the garden of life
Where you can see all of the roses...

I do not know what it is in you that I see
I can not know why you said what you did about me...

Love cannot be described
Yet love can somehow be imbibed...

He is my drug.
He is my pleasure...

I barely know you,
We barely even speak...

You show you have no heart
The whole reason we are apart...

Every time the cold wind blows
The bird is singing because he knows...

He is my drug.
He is my pleasure...

Love cannot be described
Yet love can somehow be imbibed...