Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride

From the desert in the dark cross the river on the 
other side

Border guards they waved us through "Andele ninos" they 
cried

Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride



Love was a porcelain angel in a church in Mexico

Dressed in silk painted tears we worshipped what we did 
not know

Love was a porcelain angel, it was the moment we kissed

It was innocence, it was grace, it was the sound of the 
serpent's hiss



Love was a Mexican pony that you and would ride

From the desert in the dark cross the river to the 
other side



Love was a Sunday morning when our white flags flew in 
smoke

It was just before the call to mass, the cigarettes, 
the jokes

Love was a Sunday morning when you and I would pray

Press our hands together the way we did when you went 
away



Border guards they waved us through "andele ninos" they 
cried

Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride