Lirama

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
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Makin' a run for Mexico
Makin' a run for Mexico
Could you
Come on baby cause I got to know
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 rotten selections
Bring a compass and some money for gas
Cause I ain't gonna stop for directions
Not to Mexico
Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Could you
Oh oh
Come on baby don't you wanna go
I gotta get away
And everytime the phone rings
It scares me to death
Saw my face in the paper today
I don't wanna hear the stories
About your mama and papa
No I don't wanna hear you cry
For me there's no second chance right now
It's the F. B. fucking I!
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
Ooh yeah
Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
My life goes on in Mexico
Mexico
In Mexico (5x)
Mexico
Yeah
In Mexico
In Mexico
Mexico
In Mexico (3x)