Blues Eyes Bleeding - Gin Blossoms

Hey paleface in the morning sun

Hanging by the fountain with your friends

Little early to be so tired

Or late for going out on a mend

Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town

Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out

Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights

So what’s it gonna be, your smokes or mine?

Neph was driving think I rode shotgun

Down by the water, chances are

And the summer, I’m just burning in heaven

Boning up for finals in a bar

Well, I hear you laugh when you ask about me

Are you coming home for Christmas

Come on, pretty please?

Spent in a boxcar

Wind blowing in, transistor radio, bottle of gin

On the way home Neph wasn’t feeling too good

So we pulled to the side of the road

He was kneeling, I was laughing

As he tossed himself all over my clothes

Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town

Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out

Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights

So what’s it gonna be, what’s it gonna be

Two white boys on the wrong side of town

Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out

Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights

So what’s it gonna be, your smokes or mine?

She’s so fine