Testo Mexico

Every morning when I wake up,
I put on a shirt and tie.
Because I want you,
I want you to see me,
Like you did,
For the first time.
But these consignment goods will never hide,
My sweaty palms and nicotine breath.
But if I had,
had my father's cash,
I'd fix my car,
and drive you home.
And don't you worry,
I'd throw the rest away.
Cos money's not worth making,
If we don't need a thing.
And we just wouldn't,
no we just wouldn't stop,
Until we rolled into Mexico.

But until then,
I'll do what I do best,and just ask for you to love me.

No matter what we do.