She's a pretty little thing
Love's me when I'm jonesing
Laughs off my funny remarks
Never tries to own me
She thinks I'm crazy
But then again
She's got a warrant
For killing a man
Love her through the battles
Under the 3 o clock moon
When the night feels like ours
And nothing can murder the mood
She thinks I'm crazy
But then again
She's got a warrant
For killing a man
The comfort of her skin
And her wild dark curls
Close by my intentions
Demanding all that's good in this world
She thinks I'm crazy
But then again
She's got a warrant
For killing a man