When your gone girl I miss you

You roll with the flame and the paper

When I turn and twist you, I get a different state of mind

The law wants to diss you

Even when the police searches for you, they miss you

Its better if they take me to jail, if loving you is a crime

I love you, when your rolled you

You look good in that paper, folded up

I prefer you, when your at your best

Because when your fresh, you burn my chest

Marie, I'm not letting you go

If I have to, please lock me up and throw away the keys

Marie, your the only one for me

I really don't care who disagrees