Il testo della Colombia

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 havin' 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 stayin' up so damn late
Starin' 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