Wash your back so you won't stab mine

Get in bed with your own kind

Live you life so you don't see mine

Drape your back so you won't shine



Ooh then she holds my hand

And I lie to get a smile



Using what I want

To get what you want



Ooh sweet amber

How sweet are you?

How sweet does it get?



Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick

She rolls me over 'till I'm sick

She deals in habits, deals in pain

I run away but I'm back again



Ooh then she holds my hand

And I lie to get a smile

And she squeezes tighter

I still lie to get a smile



She holds that pen that spells the end

She traces me and draws me in