The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made
We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine
Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine,
In that crystal thought time in Mexico. Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine.
Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet,
I'm aMicroscopic circles in the fluid of my sight,
Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night, Watching a blackValentino vamp in Mexico.
The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.
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