She’s got the time
Says she’s got time on her side
Running the rule
Commanding the late boys eyes
She runs around, knows all the streets by name
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
She’s intoxicating, soon your favorite drink

Your black dress in disarray
Only dance floor prayers can save {you}
Temperatures rise and I start to move
But it’s you that’s coursing through my veins

Say she’s got hope
Took shelter to the Hollywood list, taking control
Wanted my heart but I gave her my soul
She’s like a (Bettie) Paige, (Betty) Davis, with a Marilyn Monroe kiss
Disappeared today, left no trace
But someday I’ll know your name

Your black dress in disarray
Only dance floor prayers can save {you}
But it’s you that’s coursing through my veins

Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, swear I’m clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, no not cynical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes

She’s no saint (she’s no saint), she’s no saint
She’s no saint but she’ll take you to your knees
Try her boy, but she’ll still do what she please
Do you believe in science? She’s perfect chemistry
She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me

Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, swear I’m clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, no not cynical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes

You’ll adore me before the night is over [x2]
If London’s calling don’t you dare pick up the phone
Only you entwined
Could make this orphan feel at home
Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call
If picture’s worth a thousand words
Then your touch is worth them all

Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, swear I’m clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
Don’t need no drugs, you’re my chemical
Now I’m dependent, no not cynical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes

Written by Anberlin ©2005 The Noise In National Music (ASCAP) / Thirsty Moon River Publishing (ASCAP)

Behind the Song:
'i dated someone from Oklahoma whose older sister was perhaps one of the most perplexing and yet intriguing women I have ever met. She had no job, she lived off rich men with her looks, it was fascinating. she spent most of her time in vegas hopping from one adventure to the next.

the title came from my obsession with Nico, not that i love the velvet underground but that i was fascinated by her life’s story.

Stephen Patrick (whose name appears in the NTFP booklet) is in homage to Morrissey, who i still admire as a vocalist, and whose band The Smiths we tried to make this song sound like.

Please note the names above, the song was not supposed to sound like it was somehow paying homage to the home improvement guru Paige Davis.' - Stephen Christian