Lyrics: Doc Walker. 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."

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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.

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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."

Chorus

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.

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No, i can never get enough, of these things that are killing me.
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