Tequila
My body is trapped in glue
Such a gluey past are you
Trying to steal a look down at your shoulder
My funny sexy blunder
With my face in the mirror
Sand in my eyes doesn't blind
I know, what I want is lose you
Hiding from ourselves
Switching from buy to sell
We're just birds perfectly singing
But totally unable to fly
With my face in the mirror
Sand in my eyes doesn't blind
I know, what I want is lose you
Autor(es): Meet the Wolf