And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug
 Confessions unravel
 You bang with your gavel
 And here I stand guilty
 In a court where you are the judge
 You're the drug
 You've got to come on round and pick me up
 You've my drug
 And I don't ever know if I can give you up
 Well you bring me colour where once I had just black and white
 Now I have rainbows appearing round here in the night
 Our true loving is growing
 And passion is flowing
 Well I don't need any cigarettes or beer from a jug
 You're my drug
 You've got to come on round and pick me up
 You're my drug
 Well you can slow me down or quick me up
 You're my drug
 Well you can spill me down and lick me up
 You're my drug
 And I don't ever know if I can give you up