Freedy Johnston
Tucumcari
He was out sunning with the youthHe was seen in a damaging lightPicking popcorn from his toothOrdering cocktails with his eyesShe had a face like a dumped-out ashtraySpitting out straight abuseVocabulary of a broken marqueeAnd a wit she couldn't useGet your feet off of my dashboardWhat do you think the damn thing's forAt least try to look prettyTonight we're going into TucumcariPulled a wet bill from his shoeWrinkling a dignified faceBy the broken heart shaped poolIn a less than enchanted stateShe was off at the little girls' roomWith a boy from the Trouble Tree BarSnapping her jeans while the radio singsI love you just the way you areGet your feet off of my dashboardWhat do you think the damn thing's forAt least try to look prettyTonight we're going into Tucumcari [Repeat x2]
From Letras Mania