the Science

The Science of Love (A song about her) by. Martin Giber. beat by. Gerry Retro © 2016 Lyrics: My Mind Is Tied Up To A Red Balloon Going Up Up Up, Up Out To The Atmosphere This Night Is Not A Night Without The Moon All Alone All Along In The Same O’ Room Different Walls, Different Rug, But The Same O’ Room Its Just Me, Myself, And I… And The Smell Of Your Perfume Still Lingers In My Room Im Consumed By Fumes All I Think About Is You You’re My Heaven, You’re My Hell, You’re My Freedom, And You’re My Cell, You’re My Happiness And You’re My Doom You’re My Doom You Bring Out The Best Of Me You Make Me Feel Everything And More You’re My Drug Of Choice My Choice You’re My Heaven, And You’re My Hell, You’re My Freedom, And You’re My Cell, You’re My Happiness And You’re My Doom You’re My Doom My Mind Is Fucking Gone, Im Up The Echelon Late Night Dining At The Restaurant You’re An Artwork Goddess From The Renaissance And Am All You Need And You’re All I Want We Off The Clock But Still Putting In The Hours You Got Me Feeling So Tramadol We’ve, Been Fucking With The Wrong Ones But Now We Fucking With Each Other My Mind Is Tied Up To A Red Balloon Going Up Up Up, Up Out To The Atmosphere Its Just Me, Myself, And I… And The Smell Of Your Perfume Still Lingers In My Room All I Think About Is You You’re My Heaven, You’re My Hell, You’re My Freedom, You’re My Cell, You’re My Happiness And You’re My Doom