Testo Colombia

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;
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,
Cause we don't need no holiday, yeah...