I know I lost my soul somewhere in her
In her affronted eyes or impossibly blonde hair
I’m a hand-rolled cigarette, on the boulevard at night
Collapsing in her hands, she desperately relights
And she keeps telling me I’m gorgeous
And I keep wishing I could sleep
I made concrete shoes fit for two
Found a river we can dip our feet in

And she said: Boy you look like death
But healthy guys are such an eyesore
Get it right and baby you just might find a kind of girl to die for
Tonight

Love hurts, but you look so fine
Girl, punch mе in the face, let mе feel your skin on mine

Marry me in black
Bury me in white
I’ll be the trophy wife neither of your parents like

And I keep telling her she’s dangerous
She keeps telling me she’s fine
But she falls for me like Peggy E
From atop the Hollywood sign

And she said: Boy you look like death
But healthy guys are such an eyesore
Get it right and baby you just might find a kind of girl to die for

We could be bound and blue
Drunk and in love, tragic and true

And she said: Boy you look like death
But healthy guys are such an eyesore
Get it right and baby you just might find a kind of girl to die for
And

And she said: Boy you look like death
But healthy guys are such an eyesore
Get it right and baby you just might find a kind of girl to die for
Tonight