Tekstovi: Winger. IV. Short Flight To Mexico.

He took a shot
He aimed it well
Her eyes were closed
He whispered she must never tell
She had no choice
One little voice
All girls grow up in time
But she still pays the price

Dead trust - he's the killer
Can't keep it buried in her
Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels
Love lives - she can feel it
Her soul he couldn't steal it
She's selling her secrets to get out of hell

Bar full of flies
She's holdin' back
Won't be the first time
That she's tried, won't be the last

Can't fill the void
Can't be destroyed
Bad endings start somewhere
It's time for truth or dare

Dead trust - he's the killer
Can't keep it buried in her

Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels
Love lives - she can feel it
Her soul he couldn't steal it
She's selling her secrets to get out of hell

She took a shot
She aimed it well
His eyes were closed
She whispered, See you in hell
They heard the bang
Couldn't give a damn
Short flight to Mexico
This time she'll let it go

Dead trust - He's the killer
Can't keep it buried in her
Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels
Love lives - she can feel it
Her soul he couldn't steal it
She's selling her secrets to get out of hell

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)