Postcard From Mexico

One day
I saw him walking
On the street
We started talking
Downton
Now I'm movin'
In the ring
Now I'm groovin'
She smiles
Nothing hurting
So fine
The beads are workin'
I knew
Honey, honey
She'd be mine
Easy money
So fine
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
Drops the gun
In his lap
Takes off
He takes the rap
Hands up
In the night
Go to court
I win the fight
Got no
Consideration
Guilty by
Association
Love comes
Love comes
Love goes
Love goes
She's gone
I'm gone
To Mexico
Five years
I left him hanging
Jail cell
Doors are banging
Every night
I dream about him
I know
Can't live without him
Right now
I got to see him
She knows
I really need him
On the beach
By the water
Bad girl
The devil's daughter
I'm bustingout
He's busting out
I gotta go
I gotta go
I got a card
From Mexico
I sent a card
From Mexico
A postcard
From Mexico
A postcard
From Mexico