Postcard From Mexico

One day
I saw him walkin
On the street
We started talkin
Downtown
We started moving
In the rain
Now we're grooving
She smiled
Nothing 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 goes
She's gone
To Mexico

Five years
I left him hangin
Jail cell
doors are banging
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 busting out, I gotta go
I got a card from Mexico
I sent a card from Mexico
A postcard from Mexico
A postcard from Mexico