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 and 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, 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 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