On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
She works all day at the Burger King. Gettin' greasy for the dollars. Promoted to fries. But there's tears in her eyes. It's not the grease or the pickles that upset her.