Like a mile wide tornado, Coming through the Mid-West. She walked into my scene, And you know the rest. I heard she never got those letters that I sent, I got a few from her, wonderin' how she'd been. She said, "Babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked. How you'd give away the gold like it was any other rock." Chorus: Maria, how you come around and throw your bad advice at me, But you're upon a pedestal, sparks and electricity. Maria, I could settle down, and I need you desperately, But I can never get enough, of these things that are killing me. hey Once upon an idea, I loved the girls like you, The sleepless nights and blown out fights, they were funny too. But then she laid her charm, it always would wear off, The price I paid always outwieghed any other costs. "Aw, but, babe, I always kinda liked the way you talked. How you'd give away the gold like it was any other rock." Chorus You know she's just a little girl, but, she's an undertow to me, The harder that you swim against it, the further you end up out at sea. Chorus No, i can never get enough, of these things that are killing me.