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.