Tequila On Ice

I always kind of figured love would pass me by

The kind of girl I wanted wouldn’t want a guy like me

I thought that she, wouldn’t look twice

You see I‘m 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

‘Til 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, “Now that we know each other, if you’re not with someone else

Can I buy you a drink”

She said “Thank you I think

I’ll have tequila on ice” (and I said, “Nice”)

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 that’s 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 baby’s kisses taste like sugar and spice

And tequila on ice