Connie Brittion & Michiel Huisman
Connie Brittion & Michiel Huisman - Postcard From Mexico lyrics
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One day, I saw him walking On the street, we started talking Downtown, now, we're moving In the rain, now, we're grooving She smiled, nothing hurting So fine, the beats are working 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, a hair trigger I was nervous, I'd pull it All night, hammer down Silk sheets, lead bullets Liquor store, I take the money Easy score, later, honey Drops the gun, in his lap Takes off, he takes the rap Hands up in the night We go to court, I win the fight Got no consideration Guilty by association Love comes, love comes And love goes, love goes She's gone, I'm gone To Mexico Five years, I left him hanging Jail cell, doors are banging Every night, I dream about him I know, I can't live without him Right now, I got to see She knows, I really need him On the beach, by the water Bad girl, the Devil's daughter I'm busting out, he's busting out I gotta go, he's gotta go I got a card from Mexico I sent a card from Mexico A postcard from Mexico A postcard from Mexico