I Get High - Freda Payne

I get high on the memory that you sent through me

I get high remembering how good you feel

I deliberately think of you and every little thing you do

I get aroused, high on the cloud whenever I want you

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

I get high on your memory, high on your memory

High on your memory

I get high, high, high, high, high

When I hear the mention of your name I always react the same

My high takes a ride from the ground to the sky

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

High from the feeling you give me

High from the feeling you give me

Even though you’re not with me, though you’re not with me

Together we made a memory, together we made a memory

What’s wrong with touch of ecstacy?

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high

I get high on your memory, high on your memory

Sweet, sweet memory, sweet, sweet memory