A Bit Of You

A bit of you the only drug i must abuse

A bit of you is the only substance i cannot refuse

When i walk on spring

Beneath the stench a bit of you is all i smell

Upon the shelves a bit of you i ask "they sell?"

When i walk on spring



Cause there ain't no style

No there ain't no style

Cause there ain't no style

And in fact there is just one other problem

You live up in harlem



Of course i had no knowledge of this at the time

That came apr