Saint Etienne
"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 19
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