Polanco

As I lay down in my bed
In your mind are torn shreds
The banditos are everywhere
But I just don't see them
Just another Martini
Step into my Lamborghini
You really think you know
Way down in Polanco

Maybe in Roma or Condesa
I haven't been there I confess
Here the ladies all dress to impress
Where do we go and party tonight?
I have to make sure I catch my 7 am flight
You really think you know
Way down in Polanco

Way down in Polanco
Way down in Polanco
Way down in Polanco
Way down in Polanco

Just another Martini
Step into my Lamborghini
You really think you know
You really think you know
Way down in Polanco



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy James Young
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