Gin Blossoms

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
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