He pulled up in his red car
Dressed like a Mexican
Going to Florida in his dark skin
Crocodile boots white linen
He’s never coming, never coming, never coming, never coming in.
He came upon a dream.
Nothing he said was real.
Not even him
She found herself with conviction and
He was bound to his reasons and
What she thought she saw was real
He drove up in his red car dressed like a Mexican
Going to Florida in his dark skin
Crocodile boots white linen
He’s never coming. never coming. never coming in
She found herself with conviction and
He was bound to his reasons and
What she thought she saw was real
He was bound to his reasons and
She found herself with conviction and
Oh how stubborn she is she’ll go down and wait for him