Connie Brittion Michiel Huisman Postcard From Mexico Lyrics

One day, I saw him walking
On the street, we started talking
Downtown, now, we're moving
In the rain, now, we're grooving

She smiled, nothing hurting
So fine, the beats are working
I knew, honey, honey
She'd be mine, easy money

Full moon, I had a past
Red wine, a dark past
Hotel, I had a gun
Bad girl, a big gun

Room service, a hair trigger
I was nervous, I'd 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
We go to court, I win the fight
Got no consideration
Guilty by association

Love comes, love comes
And 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, I can't live without him

Right now, I got to see
She knows, I really need him
On the beach, by the water
Bad girl, the Devil's daughter

I'm busting out, he's busting out
I gotta go, he's gotta go
I got a card from Mexico
I sent a card from Mexico

A postcard from Mexico
A postcard from Mexico