C/Connie Britton/Postcard From Mexico (feat Michiel Huisman)
One day I saw him walkin On the street We started talkin Downtown Now we movin' In the rain Now we're groovin' She smiled Nothin' hurtin So fine The beads are workin I knew Honey honey She'd be mine Easy money
Full moon I had a past Red wine A dark past Hotel I had a gun Bad girl A big gun Room service Hair trigger I'm gettin nervous I pull it All night Hammer down Silk sheets Lead bullets
Liquor store I take the money Easy score Later, honey Dumps the gun In his lap And takes off He takes the rap Hands up In the night I go to court I win the fight Got no Consideration Guilty by Association Love comes yeah Love comes Love goes Love goes She's gone I'm gone To Mexico
Five years I left him hangin Jail cell Doors are bangin' Every night I dream about him I know Can't live without him Right now I gotta see him She knows I really need him On the beach By the water That girl The devil's daughter I'm bustin' out He's bustin' out I gotta go I gotta go I got a card from Mexico I got a card from Mexico A postcard from Mexico A postcard from MexicoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
