She rises like dragonsmoke    to my nostrils.

She burns like a shot glass of vodka.She burns like a field of poppies

She burns like oil on water.She burns like a cattail torchdipped in gasoline.

  We stand with our handshanging at our sides,while she burns

A skirt of flamesdances around her

she burns like a piece of paper.

belongs to a girl still burning

The cry I bring down from the hills

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirtAnd I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeAnd I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

Watch it go round and round each time

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause IKnow exactly where it leads but I

Fade into view, oh,It's been a while since I have even heard from you

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights

what wants to crumble you down, to sickenyou.

I call for youcultivation of victory Overlong blows that you want to give and blows you are going to get.

Where it is dry.Where it is dry.

Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences.

in the hot paralysis.

in the vertigo cold.

Dark gardening

I call for you cultivation of strength in the dark.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

I can see the end as it beginsMy one condition is Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dressStaring at the sunset, babeRed lips and rosy cheeksSay you'll see me again

He's so bad but he does it so well

Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

heaven can't help me now

He said, "Let's get out of this townDrive out of the city, away from the crowds"

moving    together as brothers passing the ball between them without a dribble

almost exactly like a coach’s drawing on the blackboard,

nailed to the floor    in the wrong direction

toward the other guard    scissoring

and spinning around to throw a strike    to the outlet who is already shoveling

A hook shot kisses the rim

Or it's gonna go down in flamesYou can tell me when it's over (over)If the high was worth the painGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insane (I'm insane)'Cause you know I love the playersAnd you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're recklessWe'll take this way too far (ooh)It'll leave you breathless, mmhOr with a nasty scar (leave a nasty scar)Got a long list of ex-lovers

You can tell me when it's over, mmhIf the high was worth the pain

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

I'm dying to see how this one ends

I thought"Oh, my God, look at that faceYou look like my next mistake

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

I could show you incredible things

Nice to meet you, where you been?

The House encore me so

No Ringlet, to my Hair,

though I had no Gown of Gauze—

Glee possesseth me

That had I Ballet knowledge—Would put itself abroad

No Man instructed me—