I know I lost my soul somewhere in her In her in fronted eyes are impossibly blonde hair I'm a hand full of cigarette on the boulevard at night Collapsing in her hands she desperately relies And she keeps telling me I'm gorgeous And I keep wishing I could sleep I've made concrete shoes fit for two Found a river we can dip our feet in And she said, boy you look like death But healthy guys are such an eyesore Get it right, and baby you just might Find the kind of girl to die for Tonight Love hurts but you look so fine Go punch me in the face, let me feel your skin on mine Marry me in black, bury me in white I'll be the trophy wife neither of your parents like And I keep telling her she's dangerous And she keeps telling me she's fine But she falls for me like Peggy From atop the Hollywood sign And she said, boy you look like death But healthy guys are such an eyesore Get it right, and baby you just might Find the kind of girl to die for Which would be Bound to Drunk and in love Tragic and true And she said, boy you look like death But healthy guys are such an eyesore Get it right, and baby you just might Find the kind of girl to die for And she said, boy you look like death But healthy guys are such an eyesore Get it right, and baby you just might Find the kind of girl to die for Tonight