Higher and Higher Winger

Higher, higher

I see this lady took a bite out of you
And you can't go on in this condition
You go blind just tryin' to crawl out of bed
Like you're the sacrifice of superstition

She's so downhearted
She's what you want, what you need
She gets you started
Drops the bomb, then she takes you

Higher, higher
She'll leave your dreams in the fast lane
Takin' you higher, higher
You can't fight it

Primal scream, she's got the body of sin
Should be a law against such an invention
A little smile to let you see that she knows
And can sense the smell of your intentions

She's so downhearted
She feeds the want, feeds the need
She gets you started
Drops the bomb, then she takes you