Written by George "Jay" Spurling

You're out all night, hangin' in bars...sellin' yourself to strangers in cars. You stick a needle in your arm, stand and ask me "Who do I harm?"

You're killin' yourself it's plain to see, but can't you understand...your habit's killin' me...your habit is killin' me.

Call me all hours from the county jail, needin' money to go your bail. As soon as you're out, you're back in the street hustling girl, never missin' a beat.

You're killin' yourself it's plain to see, but can't you understand...your habit's killin' me...your habit is killin' me.

Your eyes are rollin' all back in your head...I'm afraid I'll wake to find you dead in our bed. Just when I think there's a glimmer of hope, you say "I gotta go out babe, I need some dope."

You're killin' yourself it's plain to see, but can't you understand...your habit's killin' me...your habit is killin' me.

Summer heat, freezin' rain snow or sleet...can't keep my baby off of the street. I just don't think I can take it no more...my sweet little lover's a cocaine whore.

You're killin' yourself it's plain to see, but can't you understand...your habit's killin' me...your habit is killin' me.

You're killin' yourself it's plain to see, but can't you understand...your habit's killin' me...your habit is killin' me.