I got married at night
With the love of my life
She was wearing a 45
In Italian clothes
She seduced me alone
Lips as loud as a dial tone
Like a shot to my face
I saw red and she chased
Every trace of sobriety
Red I bled for her then
In a whisper, she said
With a smile, "close your eyes for me"
Woe to you, my lover
She holds me closer
Slowly one another
Collapse into a slumber
We met up at the park
Her complexion was harsh
But her laugh was a fantasy
Took the wheel in the car
Liquor litres and glass
Speeding onto the interstate
Roads ahead are with her
Eyelashes and auburn
Sultry eyes our atmosphere
Breathing heavy and hard
Pull the trigger and part
Our languorous suffering
Woe to you, my lover
She holds me closer
Slowly one another
Collapse into a slumber