Anna Lucia

Anna Lucia steps out of her car,
loosens her scarf as she enters the bar.
Then she goes dancin' and romancin'.
Anna Lucia drinks rum for revenge,
thinks of her cowboy all covered in red.
Then she just smiles, turns to her left and
Anna makes talk with the man to her side.
Asks of his plans for the rest of the night.
Then he says, "Anna, you're gorgeous."
Then she falls into his arms,
says, "This won't be so hard,
just love you over nothing,
over something."
Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Doesn't matter how she gets it or if she speaks the truth.
Her eyes bright with love and a warm sense of touch,
she confesses up to heaven just to kill the god above.
Anna Lucia just follows his car.
Marks on a street while he opens his door
to his apartment. But she's conflicted.
Anna conceals a blade in her purse:
her mind is made up when she pulls down her skirt.
She says, "Please excuse me, I'll be right back, hun."
Anna goes back to her bag for the knife.
Returns to the room and then turns out the light.
Goodnight, goodnight.
For the wolves that try to hurt us.
For the wolves that don't desert us.
For the wolves that don't deserve us.
Here's luck's revenge:
He spots her knife when she gets on top and
asks her calmly what she's going to do, then
she looks up at the ceiling then cries, says, "I want revenge."
Then he grabs her by her arms, says, "Will it fix your heart?
Damn...just kill me now
over nothing, over something." Yeah...
Then she falls back to her knees, screams, "Please don't break my heart,
just love me
over nothing, just something." Yeah...
For the snakes that will betray us.
For the sharks that still destroy us.
For the folks who set your heart on fire.
Who's crying now?
"Anna Lucia," he said, "I'm pleased to meet you.
Please don't say goodnight, no, no."
"Anna Lucia," he said, "I'm pleased to meet you.
Please don't call this luck, no."
Anna Lucia, I'm pleased to meet you.
Please don't say goodnight, no, no.
Anna Lucia, I'm pleased to meet you.
Please don't call this luck, no.