SALEM - 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 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.”