Aint nobody there to step on the brakes. Lit up like Tijauna city carnival lights. Mmm, why somebody better pull up the shades. Hey, hey, hey, second time ya had to kiss her goodnight.
Shippin' off to the country. Where the tales are tall. You'll come back with a story. Or ya won't come back at all. . Tom-tom rumors are pounding. Rustling in the leaves.