Poppy

I don't think anymore My brain cells died in a fifteen minute war Oh no Oh no Oh no Oh no There was a boy of bronze and brawn Who didn't know how to stay up late Said reminded him of flower Soft and pink and sweet But I knew I could make him sleep I'll make you high I'll make you high I'll get you high make you behave I'll make you high I'll make you high I'll get you high make you behave