Saint Etienne - Hate Your Drug Lyrics
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.