Mexico (12 Rods)

The cutest thing I've found Lies beneath my arms Lies beneath my toes It lies But now it's good to know She speaks in Mexico Maybe behind her voice She'll follow I know she loves to see Her being filled with me In every way But I'm not there But now that I am told That deep in Mexico There's a voice That's all her own Stolen goods to find From deep inside my mind invited Breeding ground of shame Never go to Mexico I laugh because I cry Now she's good to go To lie in Mexico It's her need That made me sick She's never coming back to me