Stone Temple - Atlanta

She lives in the bungalow
She kills me with rose garden thorns
She waits for me
My love is unusual
It's painted with roses and thorns
With her i'm complete

She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me

Visions of mexico seduce me It goes to my head so carefully
Memories of candles and incense
And all of these things remember these?

She comforts me when the candles blow out
The cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet
The laughter's all all gone but the memories are mine
The mexican princess is out of my life

No you don't get it
You'll never get it
No you don't get it
I want to see through you, now!