Coldest Coast Lyrics

Not afraid to walk the streets in winter
She comes to my town, just to, complain in a while.
I try so hard to make her smile.
The taste of pepperment and blood in a splinter.
It turned her on and.
It turned me on.
I was moving til her body couldn't feel.
And you fit her.
Oh, the girl is like a rolling stone.
I've been down the coldest coasts.

Sitting on a parkbench.
To one of my aparments.
I vow for sure.
That she will be comming back for more.