Smoked up sundays in your room Staying up and sleeping through To ease the crash of getting clean One more patch of nicotine My hair was red when we first met You pulled it from my face and said I reminded you of somebody You knew before you came to me She was the real drug I was the patch the nicotine She runs through your veins And I’ll never get beneath your skin Her father never did approve Didn’t think too much of you You sang to me her favourite song Said fathers always get you wrong Well your hair was starting turning grey So you were gonna change your ways Starting with the company And that was when you came to me She was the real drug I was the patch the nicotine She runs through your veins And I’ll never get beneath your skin So I found a man who drinks like you And I let him tell me what to do Smelled your smoke upon his lips Felt your calloused fingertips So now I guess I pass it on And I sing to him your favourite song Get him high and watch him fall Keep him waiting on my call Reserve the right to speak your name Let him want me all the same Your love real drug He’ll be the patch the nicotine You’ll run through my veins And he’ll never get beneath my skin