Paroles de Cinco De Mayo

Cinco de Mayo. Blow out, denial. It wasn't fun this time, letting you go. What if I never, a bullet forever, Held out my hand to you, we wouldn't have known Beautiful flow, Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound Bus' out of control, plowing the road. Out on a bender, just Alice falling down A deepening hole. I'd never been to Rome until you smiled. You're about as old and piled. I used to pray for snow... Now I just wonder what spell I was under, Thinking you thought of me as Something to hold. I'd never been to Rome until you smiled. You're about as old and piled. Cinco de Mayo. Burn-out, Ohio. It wasn't me this time, letting you go.