She's ridiculous, she's unfaithful
Maybe sometimes 'cuz of this insomnia
She'll go mad, but I love her.
She's tiger, she's crude
And maybe sometimes I'll kill her
On New Year's Eve and then will raise her.
Instead of love words
I cry 'cuz of pain.
Tropic woman is hot and wold
But inside is salt as blood tequila-love.
Tropic woman is hot and wold
But inside is salt as blood tequila-love.
She's my river, I'm in the middle of the river
Riding at anchor, not seeing shores,
Only excruciating blue sky.
The demons dance with her 4 dances,
But 5th is mine.
Now moon is hidden behind the cloud, game over,
Instead of love words
I cry 'cuz of pain.
Tropic woman is hot and wold
But inside is salt as blood tequila-love.
Tropic woman is hot and wold
But inside is salt as blood tequila-love.