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