Like a brown-eyed tornado coming through the Midwest 

She walked into my scene and you know the rest

I heard she never got the letters that I sent

I got a few from her, wondered how she'd been



She said "babe I always kind of like the way you talk,

How you give away the gold like it was any other rock."



Maria how you come around and throw your bad advice at me

You're up on a pedestal, sparks and electricity

Maria I would settle down and I need to desperately

But I will never get enough of these things that are killing me



Once upon an idea I loved the girls like you

Sleepless nights and blowout fights they were funny too

Eventually the charm, it always would wear off

The price I paid always outweighed any of the costs



Yeah but "babe I always kind of like the way you talk,

How you give away the gold like it was any other rock."



Though she's just a little girl

She's an undertow to me

The harder that you swim against her

The further you end up out at sea