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I'm tired of the rental car you drive, tired of the waitress job I got,I'm tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city...I'm tired of the same old circumstances, tired of my sex life, tired of romancing;I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change...It isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night;Let's get away awhile...Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia;Take the day off work - Boy, I know you Got a lot on your mind, but we don't need no holiday...Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah;We could make a million excuses;Got a lot to do tomorrow - If I don't make it, it's okay, yeah...I'm tired of stayin' up so damn late;Starin' at the laptop screen, I fade away yo some unseen extraordinary place...Where I feel the wind between my thighs, under my dress,And I'm on fire, and it pulls me under...It isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night;Let's get away awhile...Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia;Letras de cancionesTake the day off work - Boy, I know you Got a lot on your mind, but we don't need no holiday...Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah;We could make a million excuses;Got a lot to do tomorrow - If I don't make it, it's okay,Cause we don't need no holiday, yeah... From Letras Mania