Hate Your Drug
Like four paper-dolls / all heavy with sleep, /
they hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. /
They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, /
like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, /
your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, /
and I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress.
they hold you like a baby, / your body so weak. /
They lay you on a white bed, / almost dead at nineteen, /
like four paper dolls / all heavy with sleep. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress, /
your heart had stopped beating, / your head on my chest, /
and I told you for the last time / that I loved you best. /
And with your blonde hair / all over my dress.
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Stanley, Peter Stewart Wiggs
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