Mexican Hardcore
Went to new Mexico with dependencies and lies
you met a girl that smack you in your bed
She said in June you'll find me
but in august I'll be gone
and I will leave you crying on the ground
and the rings we switched
I melted them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they're gone
all your tries won't make me jealous anyway
so don't try to find me babe
my love is dead
She's got hot finger tips got a jacket pin
it's a twiggy, hot murderess on the main street
hunts you down
and all the time she just smiles
between marmalades and eyes
hot silver she was just too much
poor boy
It's time to go now cause she just stabbed you on the floor
with a knife she broke off in your mind
take your time, and you will see
what I mean when I say strike
hold on girl you cannot comfort me
and the rings we switched
I melted them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they're gone
all your tries won't make me jealous anyway
so don't try to find me babe
my love is dead
Hot finger tips got a jacket pin
it's a twiggy, hot murderess on the main street
hunts you down
and all the time she just smiles
between marmalade and eyes
and all the time she just smiles
between marmalade and eyes
hot silver she was just too much
and the rings we switched
I melted them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they're gone
all your tries won't make me jealous anyway
so don't try to find me babe
my love is dead
She's got hot finger tips rings got a jacket pin
it's a twiggy, hot murderess on the main street
hunts you down
and all the time she just smiles
between marmalades and eyes
and all the time she just smiles
between marmalades and eyes
hot silver she was just too much
poor boy
my poor boy
my poor boy
my poor boy
you're my poor boy
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