| I’m tired of the rental car you drive
|
| I’m tired of the waitress job I got
|
| I’m tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city
|
| I’m tired of the same old circumstances
|
| Tired of my sex life, tired of romancing
|
| I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change
|
| It isn’t you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
|
| Let’s get away a while
|
| Pack your bags, let’s go to Colombia
|
| Take the day off work
|
| Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind
|
| But we don’t need no holiday
|
| Pack your bags, let’s go to Peru, yeah
|
| We could make a million excuses
|
| Got a lot to do tomorrow
|
| If I don’t make it, it’s okay, yeah
|
| I’m tired of stayin' up so damn late
|
| Starin' at the laptop screen I fade away
|
| To some unseen extraordinary place
|
| Where I feel the wind between my thighs, under my dress
|
| And I’m on fire and it pulls me under
|
| But it isn’t you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
|
| Let’s get away a while
|
| Pack your bags, let’s go to Colombia
|
| Take the day off work
|
| Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind
|
| But we don’t need no holiday
|
| Pack your bags, let’s go to Peru, yeah
|
| We could make a million excuses
|
| Got a lot to do tomorrow
|
| If I don’t make it, it’s okay 'cause we don’t need no holiday, yeah |