The Growlers Follow
Big Toe lyrics
I’m a dealer with an infinite tab
A gentleman in some of the sense
She acts like I’m ripping off scabs
No wonder she has no friends at all
She’s a lost cause
So count your losses
How’s I supposed to know she’d ruin me
Beauty strong enough to trick me
Quick clouds of storms, so moody
Got me looking around in a forbidden city
She’s the coldest
She’s turning me silver
She’s got me on the bridge
Looking down at the old cold river
She could hex like a crow
She howls harder than the wind can blow
Her love’s so uncomfortable
She strikes down like a hammer on your big toe
She’s a lost cause
So count your losses
Wasting her window of beauty
The only thing she has to offer
The grace of her face is a terrible waste
Behind, it’s something awful
She’s a lost cause
So count your losses
She’s a cold bitch
She’s turning me silver
She’s got me on the bridge
Looking down at the old cold river
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