It's so romantic. The neighborhood's littered with white gloves. The flowers were hand picked. They're taping up paper doves. . And it's hard to think.
Look who's pulling up outside. With a trunk full of fun. And a European ride. Heard that you were going for away. And we are all so happy son. That we were on the way.
It's not black enough to see where any white is. So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans. And I remember you as heartless as a freeway.
What have I done with the baby tonight?. Every one wants to play. The phone just stopped ringing. I forgot how to sing and there's no more room in the table.
There's a nail in the door and there's glass on the lawn. Tacks on the floor and the TV is on. And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone. . There's a blade by the bed and a phone in my hand.
Oh, I got beautiful, so once I raise my hand. That means stop the music, okay. . Your bones are going to be disconnected. You daring lousy guy. Your throat is going to be exploded.