Maria

Like a mile wide tornado,
Coming through the Mid-West.
She walked into my scene,
And you know the rest.
I heard she never got those letters that I sent,
I got a few from her, wonderin’how she’d been. She said,
«Babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked.
How you’d give away the gold like it was any other rock.»
Maria, how you come around and throw your bad advice at me,
But you’re upon a pedestal, sparks and electricity.
Maria, I could settle down, and I need you desperately,
But I can never get enough, of these things that are killing me.
hey
Once upon an idea, I loved the girls like you,
The sleepless nights and blown out fights, they were funny too.
But then she laid her charm, it always would wear off,
The price I paid always outwieghed any other costs.
«Aw, but, babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked.
How you’d give away the gold like it was any other rock.»
You know she’s just a little girl,
but, she’s uncontrolling wave,
The harder you swim against it, the further you end up out at sea.
No, i can never get enough, of these things that are killing me.
Hey