Big Toe - The Growlers

I’m a dealer with an infinite tab

A gentleman in some of a sense

She acts like I’m ripping up scabs

No wonder she has no friends at all

She’s a lost cause so count your losses

How’s I supposed to know she’d ruin me?

Beauty strong enough to trick me

Quick clouds a storm so moody

Got me looking around in the Forbidden City

She’s the coldest, she’s turning me silver

She’s got me on the bridge looking down at the old cold river

She can hex like a crow

She howls harder than the wind can blow

Her love so uncomfortable

She strikes down like a hammer on your, big toe

She’s a lost cause so count your losses

Wasting her window of beauty

The only thing she has to offer

The grace of her face is a terrible waste, behind it something awful

She’s a lost cause so count your losses

She’s a cold bitch, she’s turning me silver

She’s got me on the bridge looking down at the old cold river