Mexico

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