Wash your back so you won`t stab mine
Get in bed with your own kind
Live your 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 the pen that spells the end
She traces me and draws me in