Mexican Pharmacy
Jill Sobule - 《California Years》
LRC by lzh from jiangxi pingxiang
You can almost hear the trumpets playing
Maybe it's the workers who are building up the wall
So take my hand and come with me
Past the guards and tower
No one will ask for your ID
Not with those big blue eyes
A girl is selling Chiclets
We buy some and her brother leads us to the pharmacy
Past stolen book blankets cheap silver and leather
The pocketbook made from an armadillo
You can dance all night or sleep all day
Forget about the girl and your back pain
Rise to the occasion or fade to black
When the bottle's empty you can always go back
The wife's doctor cuts her off
A man must please his mistress
And I just need to calm down
Tequila is swell the Corona is cheap
Nothing compares to the pharmacy
A rancher is flying from an old Jeep
And this is so much like love