Colombia

(альбом: Anjulie - 2009)

I'm tired of the rental car you drive
I'm tired of the waitress job I got
I'm tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city

I'm tired of the same old circumstances
Tired of my sex life, tired of romancing
I could appreciate having my skin crawl for a change

It isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away a while

Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work
Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind
But we don't need no holiday

Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay, yeah

I'm tired of staying up so damn late
Staring at the laptop screen I fade away
To some unseen extraordinary place
Where I feel the wind between my thighs, under my dress
And I'm on fire and it pulls me under

But it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away a while

Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work
Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind
But we don't need no holiday

Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay 'cause we don't need no holiday, yeah