Carlita

So, tell me Carlita, are you doing well there in Mexico
Heard the weather’s alright and you still got that golden glow
I’m in the sunny side of France, finishing up that law degree
Smoking porritos, on my balcony with a British tea
So, tell me Carlita, are you doing well there in Mexico
I hope you like the photo we took downtown at the techno show
(alright)
You fell into my arms in that room at the Strathmore Drive
You were beautiful in black and I had just turned twenty-five
There were just L.A coppers flying by our bed at night
And just us two sharing sheets in the blue moonlight
Does your hair still swing side to side for “A Wolf Like Me”
I still get a smile when it plays on my MP3
I know you don’t miss L.A, but I sure miss L.A with you
I know you don’t miss L.A, but I sure miss L.A. with you
So, tell me Carlita, are you doing well there in Mexico
Heard the weather’s alright and you still got that golden glow