Cry for me. with your big brown eyes.
you will love me when I'm here,
& long for me when I'm not.

better hide your heart, girl,
deceit is my calling card.

I'll adore you as the world's most beautiful woman,
she who stepped out of Pygmalion's desire,
then rush out to the whores in the street,
while you dream in the red shadows.

I'll steal the orchids that bloom in your ragdoll fantasies
& deposit your affection in the nearest dumpster.
in the market, they will call you mistress of misery,
indiscreet inamorata.

you can load your gun with hollow-point bullets
machined in the arsenals of hell,
but you'll never blow away my oleander kisses.

my name is bad news, & my arms cut your skin
when they embrace you,
but you can't get enough & you can't walk away
because you're a woman.
just a woman in love...

you'll hate me & curse me & wish I was dead,
but as long as I'm here,
your big brown eyes will

Cry for me, baby.