Constantines - Saint You Lyrics

Sweet girl in the diamond cut dressShe's the queen of the broken heartsI'm going to milk that posison tongueAnd go blind in the lovers' marchWho you calling on? Who's callin' you? I'm soaked in keroseneThis is no gentleman's bluesEmptied a pocket full of penniesWading in the wellHoping that my hook scraped your toothIn a city that was hung by that old devil moonI scaled a steet called St. YouBaby bled on all my keysShe set my strings ablazeSaying 'sweetheart you ask too many questions, It'never just a pretty face'Who you callin' on? Who's callin' on you? They might say love has a tigger fingerThey might call me a foolKeep on keeping your love captive in them hollow tombsI'm still swingin' on the cross of St. You