Mexico
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
Writer/s: RONALD PAUL MORIN