there's a common enemy out there.
i know it, you know it, i know that you know i know it.
she travels through the air, tangling in your hair, catching you unaware.
she is a habit hard to admit, a crime you commit, in the shape of a hit.
i send you a quick prayer,
knowing you've already been bit
by an enemy so powerful it's not fair,
not fair that you can't help but to submit
to the enemy that sits there where you share the same air
and i know she's hard to omit, a fit both hard to quit and admit.
i send you a quick prayer
for the enemy is lurking where you sit.
i know it, you know it, she knows it, i know that you know that she knows that i know it.
here she comes,
for me now,
her hands so welcoming and loving,
i know it, she knows it, i know that she knows that i know it.
