Going to Rosa's Cantina Going to Rosa's Cantina Hoping that she's still there Going to…
It coulda been me but it was you Who went and bit off a little…
Your love is ooh Your love is ooh baby Contemplate, as we lay Caught up…
Sweet, yes, your cold skinless body And I feel the rain As if teardrops crushed…
So now it's getting late, for thse who hesitate, got no one, But they don't…
It's four o'clock in the mornin', I hate to call you when it's stormin', but…