Jill Sobule - Mexican Pharmacy Lyrics
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Mexican Pharmacy
Mexican Pharmacy Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Mexican Pharmacy By Jill Sobule?
Right across the border
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 La la, la la, la la, la, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy La, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy A girl is selling Chiclets Yellow, pink, and green 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 It's nothing you need Just take us, please To the Mexican pharmacy 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 Student needs to stay up 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 La la, la la, la la, la, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy La, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy La la, la la, la la, la, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy La, la la, la At the Mexican pharmacy |
Who Wrote Mexican Pharmacy By Jill Sobule?
Jill Sobule, Robin Eaton
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What's The Duration Of The Mexican Pharmacy By Jill Sobule?The duration of Mexican Pharmacy is 2:59 minutes and seconds. |
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