Metallica Sweet Amber

Wash your back so you won�t stab mind
Get in bed with your own kind
Live your life so you don�t see mine
Drape your back so you won�t shine

Ooh then she holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile

Using what I want
To get what I want

Ooh sweet amber
How sweet are you?
How sweet does it get?

Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
She rolls me over �till I�m sick
She deals in habits, deals in pain
I run away, but I�m back again

Ooh then she holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile
And she squeezes tighter
I still lie to get a smile

She holds the pen that spells the end
She traces me and draws me in