Addict
Thirty white little pills,
Wrapped in a big orange bottle.
Thirty white little pills...
There won't be as many tomorrow.
Twenty white little pills,
Wrapped in a big orange bottle.
Twenty white little pills...
There won't be twenty tomorrow.
Ten white little pills,
Wrapped in an almost empty bottle.
Ten white little pills...
What will she do tomorrow?
One white little pill.
All alone in that big orange bottle.
One white little pill...
How will she wake up tomorrow?
No more little pills.
Just a big empty bottle.
No more little pills.
She needs some money to borrow.
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