Big Toe

I am a dealer with an infinite tab A gentleman in some of the sense She acts like I'm ripping off scabs No wonder she has no friends at all She's a lost cause So count your losses How was I supposed to know she'd ruin me Beauty strong enough to trick me Quick clouds of storms so moody Got me looking around in the forbidden city She is the coldest She's turning me silver She's got me on the bridge Looking down at the old cold river She can hex like a crow She howls harder than the wind can blow Her love's so uncomfortable She strikes down like a hammer on your big toe She's a lost cause So count your losses Wasting her window of beauty The only thing she has to offer The grace of her face is a terrible waste Behind, it's something awful She's a lost cause So count your losses She's a cold bitch She's turning me silver She's got me on the bridge Looking down at the old cold river