Mexico

The cutest thing I've found

Lies beneath my arms

Lies beneath my toes

It lies

But now it's good to know

She speaks in Mexico

Maybe behind her voice

She'll follow

I know she loves to see

Her being filled with me

In every way

But I'm not there

But now that I am told

That deep in Mexico

There's a voice

That's all her own

Stolen goods to find

From deep inside my mind invited

Breeding ground of shame

Never go to Mexico

I laugh because I cry

Now she's good to go

To lie in Mexico

It's her need

That made me sick

She's never coming back to me