Eyesore

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