11.atlanta

{..two..three..}

she lives in a bungalow
she kills me with rose garden thornes
she waits for me...

my love is unusual it's painted with roses and thornes
with her I'm complete..

she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me

visions of Mexico, seduce me, it goes to my head, so carefully..
memories of candles, and incense, and all of these things, remember these..

she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me

she comforts me when the candles blow out
the cake has grown mold
but the memories are sweet
the laughter's all gone
but the memories are mine
the mexican princess is out of my life..

she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall
and waits by the door
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall..
and waits by the door..
she walks in the sun to me..
she lives by the wall..
and waits by the door...
she walks in the sun to me
she lives by the wall.. ...
and waits by the door.. ...
she walks in the sun to me
{whistles}