Warm Cherryade
The sun's on the mountain
Sweet prickle of sweat on my neck
One hand rolling cigarettes
I pass a bodega
So many faces fading
Faces like a photograph
I look in the mirror
And the world drops out, and
Pat Boone's on the radio
Now nothing can stop me
Replica flintlock, keycards
Snakeskin boots, warm cherryade
(The sun's on the mountain
Turn up, Pat's on the radio
Now nothing can stop me
Singing 'Speedy Gonzales'
Pat makes it sweet like cherryade)
Sweet thinking of what I might do
Greenbacks stacked like ziggurats
Could get me a villa
With a sunset, sea-breeze,
Drinks on trays, cream cadillac
Bet I could buy a casino
Sipping on milkshakes round the
Roulette wheels and baccarat
I flick up the headlights
And the night comes crawling
Looking like some animal
(Call me the king of the card sharks
King of the wheels and baccarat
I flick up the headlights
The wind takes my body
Blood pumping like some animal)
Sweet Santa Fe
I'm running hot
Now
Going to see my baby
Yeah they'll say
No keeping us
Down
Love like fire
Sweet down from the mountain comes the
Rolling scent of lavender
It circles the city
All of the old boys at the
Catedral basílica
Están bebiendo tequila
And a dog barks at a
Poster of an architect
—Alberto Palacio—
But the night turns on and
Everything is glittering
(Singing bow-wow to heaven
Bow-wow it's just an architect
—Alberto Palacio—
Street lights and sequins
Colonnades. All is glittering.)
Sweet Santa Fe
I'm running hot
Now
Going to see my baby
Yeah they'll say
No keeping us
Down
Love like fire
Sweet prickle of sweat on my neck
One hand rolling cigarettes
I pass a bodega
So many faces fading
Faces like a photograph
I look in the mirror
And the world drops out, and
Pat Boone's on the radio
Now nothing can stop me
Replica flintlock, keycards
Snakeskin boots, warm cherryade
(The sun's on the mountain
Turn up, Pat's on the radio
Now nothing can stop me
Singing 'Speedy Gonzales'
Pat makes it sweet like cherryade)
Sweet thinking of what I might do
Greenbacks stacked like ziggurats
Could get me a villa
With a sunset, sea-breeze,
Drinks on trays, cream cadillac
Bet I could buy a casino
Sipping on milkshakes round the
Roulette wheels and baccarat
I flick up the headlights
And the night comes crawling
Looking like some animal
(Call me the king of the card sharks
King of the wheels and baccarat
I flick up the headlights
The wind takes my body
Blood pumping like some animal)
Sweet Santa Fe
I'm running hot
Now
Going to see my baby
Yeah they'll say
No keeping us
Down
Love like fire
Sweet down from the mountain comes the
Rolling scent of lavender
It circles the city
All of the old boys at the
Catedral basílica
Están bebiendo tequila
And a dog barks at a
Poster of an architect
—Alberto Palacio—
But the night turns on and
Everything is glittering
(Singing bow-wow to heaven
Bow-wow it's just an architect
—Alberto Palacio—
Street lights and sequins
Colonnades. All is glittering.)
Sweet Santa Fe
I'm running hot
Now
Going to see my baby
Yeah they'll say
No keeping us
Down
Love like fire
Credits
Writer(s): Bevil Luck
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