...Best In Mexico

There is something wrong with me That's why I wrote this note I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street I'll feel much better after I take my maternal leave Let out a sign, pretend to die You're going to need an alibi A broken arm, the same smell So just relax, no one will tell That brings you down That brings you down You've got to keep bringing me down It stings me all over again It's the same dream in the back of my head I've been collecting stones I- I think I'll throw at you I can't forget your face, I'm sorry dear but that's my cue and- I'll be the first to leave And return with a ring Just keep your ears open and one day you might hear me sing Let out a sign, pretend to die You're going to need an alibi A broken arm, the same smell So just relax, no one will know That brings you down That brings you down You have got to keep bringing me down It stings me all over again it's the same dream in the back of my head (Repeatedly) Lock me up! Lock me up! (Repeatedly with above) No one will know