He was the sun
He was the moon
He was a rat in two bit shoes
Stick to your jaws
Throw out whats his
Pitchin' a fit
Here is a picture
Add to the pile
Light a match
Watch it burn a while
Fuel it with alcohol
And drink from the bottle
Oh Pobrecita
Tragic little teacup
Did he go and shatter you again
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
Who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge
Pluck all the stars
Outta the sky
Sit in the dark and wonder why
That wicked grin
Lets see it again
Coz its tremendous
Wrap all your thoughts
In ribbons and bows
Give them away
At a party you throw
Climbing up on the roof
Are you looking for proof
You did what you did
Oh Pobrecita
Tragic little teacup
Did he go and shatter you again
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
Who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge
