Atlanta

She lives in the bungalow

She kills me with rose garden thorns

She waits for me

My love is unusual

It's painted with roses and thorns

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 comforts me when the candles blow out

The cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet

The laughter's all all gone but the memories are mine

The Mexican princess is out of my life

No you don't get it

You'll never get it

No you don't get it

I want to see through you, now!