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senorita, take this bag, this ticket... take this smile and go... i'll see you in mexico. don't ask me what i did it doesn't matter now its something you'll never know... i'll see you in mexico. pack that dress we eyed together and the black flats leave the coat cause it doesn't snow, and i'll see you in mexico. be my senora by fading light if i can get away we'll dance with ghosts howling low... i'll see you in mexico. i'll see you... i'll find you... never fear my angel dear just go... i'll see you in mexico. © 1997, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |