If it's addiction you want
well you've got it
They don't come no more addicted than me
A couples pills to help me think
then pour some whiskey in my drink
and I'll pray you're the one
that keeps me from my dreams.
'Cause my dear, you're too good to be
I can't find better reasons for losing some sleep
Just save me a place between your sheets
And I'll let you make a mess out of me.