Atlanta

She lives in the bungalowShe kills me with rose garden thornsShe waits for meMy love is unusualIt's painted with roses and thornsWith her i'm completeShe lives by the wall and waits by the doorShe walks in the sun to meShe lives by the wall and waits by the doorShe walks in the sun to meVisions of mexico seduce meIt goes to my head so carefullyMemories of candles and incenseAnd all of these things remember these?She comforts me when the candles blow outThe cake has grown mold but the memories are sweetThe laughter's all all gone but the memories are mineThe mexican princess is out of my lifeNo you don't get itYou'll never get itNo you don't get itI want to see through you, now!