Anjulie

Colombia

I'm tired of the rental car you drive

I'm tired of the waitress job I got

I'm tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city

I'm tired of the same old circumstances

Tired of my sex life

Tired of romancing

I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change

And it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night

Let's get away awhile

Pack your bags let's go to Colombia

Take the day off work boy I know you

Got a lot on your mind

We don't need no holiday

Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah

We could make a million excuses

Got a lot to do tomorrow

If I don't make it, it's okay yeah

I'm tired of stayin' up so damn late

Starin' at the laptop screen I fade away

To some unseen extraordinary place

I feel the wind between my thighs, under my chest

And I'm on fire (on fire)

And it pulls me under

But it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night