Atlanta       
             


(S. Weiland) 

She lives in a bungalow 
She kills me with rosegarden thorns 
She waits for me 
My love is unusual 
It's painted with roses and thorns 
with her I'm complete 

She lives by the wall 
and waits by the door 
She walks in the sun 
to me 

Visions of Mexico seduce me 
It goes to my head so carefully 
Memories of candles and incense 
And all of these things remember these 

She lives by the wall 
and waits by the door 
She walks in the sun 
to me 

She comforts me when 
the candles blow out 
the cake has grown mold 
but the memories are sweet 
The laughter's all gone 
but the memories are mine 
The Mexican princess 
is out of my life 

She lives by the wall 
and waits by the door 
She walks in the sun 
to me


             
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