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