Wash your back so you don't stab mineGet in bed with your own kindLive your life so you don't see mineDrape your back so you won't shineOoh then she holds my handAnd I lie to get a smileUsing what I wantTo get what you wantOoh sweet amberHow sweet are you?How sweet does it get?Chase the rabbit, fetch the stickShe rolls me over 'till I'm sickShe deals in habits, deal in painI run away, but I'm back againOoh the she holds my handAnd I lie to get a smileAnd she squeezes tighterI still lie to get a smileShe holds the pen that spells the endShe traces me and draws me in
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