Aromatic Automatic

Like the power of alcohol 

In the system of the alcoholic

Its thrill and high feel

A poor drunkard thinks 

He is Ivy League-rich

Until the effects simmer

And he prays like a penitent sinner

For forgiveness to repeat itself 


Your name is aromatic automatic

As they hear your name

Emotion fire ignites like a flame

And who will kill this passion ?

Burning against all reason

Like a wildfire in dry season 

And mouth-watering feeling 

Like the pepper soup seasoning

At the popular joint in town

When you speak fences down

With reasons and rules falling down

Like a pack of cards in the casino 

And fortune hands the dice can throw. 

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