Sweet Amber - Metallica

Wash your back so you won’t stab mine

Get in bed with your own kind

Live your life so don’t see mine

Drap 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 you 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 sqeezes tighter

I still lie to get a smile

She holds the pen that spells the end

She traces me in a draws me in Sweet amber