Next Time, Send A Limo - Look Mexico

There’s a bull in the street stretched across, ah they’re honking heavily

Not moving, now comes staring steady

I am still clenching, but what to?

Just have to force my, my way through

I don’t know what scares me more

I get past, clear pavement in front of me

But the sun is too bright then

Might need to sit down, it’s like one o' three

Start back in a minute, leave me be

I don’t know what scares me more

Excuses are the reason;

never left the floor

I knew it wouldn’t last long

It’d be sooner or later

It was all too familiar

Like a thin paper airplane

You can fold as many as you want, they may never take off

You can hold as tightly to the rule but don’t forget what you, you have!