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how strange is this thing called love it's like we never met I guess I was fooled by an imposter masquerading by infiltrating my infatuations smitten imaginations carried away as though I've died awake gone inside spinning black vinyl listening to the oldies imaging the feeling of agony of ecstasy visioning feelings of meanings golden harps and strings of rhythm warms my heart into candle wax never ever want to be free from ecstasy a song written about a side chick who had to be a bad bit for a man to sing his heart out like that telling the world he's willing to pay the price of agony for the ecstasy like a junky singing about the best heroin he ever had a man at the end of his rope needs Misses Jones to cope, now that's good dope a players anthem the game sold not told paying the agony for the ecstasy what you know bout fun turning into love one night together might be nice just one night is never enough when you're addicted to the good, good stuff sending chills up my healthy happy holy spine all up and through my mind cheating is bad but Smokey makes it sound so ooh baby baby to have a side piece called ecstasy