Pavlov's Law (Tom Janssens)
Blurry thoughts, hazy eyes
A foggy mind scoping the shaking thighs
A sedated predator on the loose
Trying hard not to mind the horny goose
Sensual and voluptuous in the morning ... heat
Setting both mind and loins to fulfill the nasty need
All systems active, disable all brakes
Alcohol doing overtime, Hypothalamus awakes
Higher beings we tend to be
We claim to think, we claim to see
But mind the drinks, they make us fools
There is no Escape ...
Pavlov’s law rules
All shields are down, no more disguise
Prey turns to bait, with defiant eyes
Enter the ring, let the games begin
No place for losers, may the best hunter win
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The foggy minds are made all up
An avalanche unable to stop
The circle draws tighter, but reason says:"WAIT"
An explosion of passion as contact is made
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BRIGDE :
(* Luscious opulence in the endless starry void
Tempestuous gales of wanting, an all-devouring fire
A foaming stew of lust under the corporate veil *)
As the zenith sun calls him from the Promised Land
He already feels a doubt for this one-night stand
People will talk, they will scream abuse
But he doesn’t care cause he... He’s got an excuse :
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