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