Like a brown-eyed tornado coming through the Midwest nShe walked into my scene and you know the restnI heard she never got the letters that I sentnI got a few from her, wondered how she'd beennnShe said babe I always kind of like the way you talk,nHow you give away the gold like it was any other rock.nnMaria how you come around and throw your bad advice at menYou're up on a pedestal, sparks and electricitynMaria I would settle down and I need to desperatelynBut I will never get enough of these things that are killing mennOnce upon an idea I loved the girls like younSleepless nights and blowout fights they were funny toonEventually the charm, it always would wear offnThe price I paid always outweighed any of the costsnnYeah but babe I always kind of like the way you talk,nHow you give away the gold like it was any other rock.nnThough she's just a little girlnShe's an undertow to menThe harder that you swim against hernThe further you end up out at sean