I've got teardrops in my tequila. I've got teardrops in my tequila. Got Colorado, not enchiladas, on my mind. . Ain't it cold as hell in Santa Fe. Makes me shiver to my toes.
Theres no hope in the way that I feel about you anymore. The storys been told by the papers and songs on the floor. . In the stacks of books, and coffee stained cups.