Il testo della Run to mexico

John Waite

Come on baby, don't you wanna go? i could take you there
You could get what you want in the south, you could let down your hair
I said do you, don't you, will you, won't you
Baby, won't you please let me know?
I ain't talkin' 'bout chicago, i'm talkin' about mexico

Makin' a run for mexico, makin' a run for mexico
Could you?

Come on baby, 'cos i got to go, the law is after me
I killed a man in a bar last night, there was no other way it could be
While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife
As the jukebox got rocked into lections

Bring a compass and some money for gas
'cos i ain't gonna stop for directions
Not to mexico

Makin' a run for mexico, makin' a run for mexico
Could you?

Come on baby, don't you wanna go? i gotta get away
And every time the phone rings, it scares me to death
Saw my face in the paper today
I don't wanna hear the stories 'bout your mama and papa

No, i don't wanna hear you cry
For me, there's no second chance right now
It's the end for me, i can't lie

Makin' a run for mexico, makin' a run for mexico
Makin' a run to mexico
My life goes on in mexico

Mexico
(in mexico)

Mexico
(in mexico)
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