Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life
I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldnât want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldnât look twice
You see Iâm kinda crazy, I like the extremes
So all of my life, the girl of my dreams
Was everything nice, sugar and spice
And tequila on ice
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
âTil one night at a bar when I saw her standing there
Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair
I walked over to her and introduced myself
Said, âNow that we know each other, if youâre not with someone else
Can I buy you a drinkâ
She said âThank you I think
Iâll have tequila on iceâ (and I said, âNiceâ)
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
But this one here was different, I could see it from the start
Pretty thing in blue jeans, kinda sweet and wild at heart
I guess thatâs what got me down here in Cancun
Lying in this hammock, looking at the moon up there
Stroking her hair and picking out rice
My babyâs kisses taste like sugar and spice
And tequila on ice
Album : Sounds Like Life
I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldnât want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldnât look twice
You see Iâm kinda crazy, I like the extremes
So all of my life, the girl of my dreams
Was everything nice, sugar and spice
And tequila on ice
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
âTil one night at a bar when I saw her standing there
Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair
I walked over to her and introduced myself
Said, âNow that we know each other, if youâre not with someone else
Can I buy you a drinkâ
She said âThank you I think
Iâll have tequila on iceâ (and I said, âNiceâ)
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
But this one here was different, I could see it from the start
Pretty thing in blue jeans, kinda sweet and wild at heart
I guess thatâs what got me down here in Cancun
Lying in this hammock, looking at the moon up there
Stroking her hair and picking out rice
My babyâs kisses taste like sugar and spice
And tequila on ice
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