Big Toe

I’m 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’s 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 a forbidden city

She’s 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