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." 



Chorus: 

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. 



hey 



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. 



Chorus 

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

Hey