She lives in a bungalow, she kills me with rose garden thorns, she waits for me.

My love is unusual, it's painted with roses and thorns, with her I'm complete.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

Visions of Mexico seduce me, it goes to my head, so carefully.

Memories of candles and incense and all of these things, remember these.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She comforts me when the candles blow out, the cake is blown low, but the memories are sweet.

The laughter's all gone, but the memories are mine, the Mexican princess is out of my life.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits at the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits at the door, she walks in the sun to me.

She lives by the wall and waits by the door, she walks in the sun to me.