Mexico Songtext
von Caitlin Rushing

I′m in the kitchen making tacos, in my gym clothes
I don't need tequila I′ve got red wine and the radio
I could use a tan but I don't need a man to take me to Mexico

You're up in first class sipping champagne with your new thing
I′m on the highway count and white strips on a road trip
While you′re in the sun with that new someone over in Mexico

I'm on my way to paradise
And I don′t need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy
So while you're lying in the sand I′m soaking up the single life
Final destination is a solo vacation


I like to countdown to the weekend like to sleep in
Don't need the finer things I′m fine with breaking even
I've got a private room and I don't need Cancun
So while you′re in Mexico

I′m on my way to paradise
And I don't need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy
So while you′re lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life
Final Destination is a permanent vacation

Don′t need a passport don't need a seashore
You can keep that pink umbrella in your cup
Best thing about this place I′m going is you won't be showing up

I'm on my way to paradise and I don′t need a beach or a drink or a brand new guy
So while you′re lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life
Final destination is a solo vacation, a solo vacation

Have fun in Mexico
I′ve gone and let you go
Have fun in Mexico, baby