"Hate Your Drug" by Saint Etienne

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.