all the boys in north america (your revolution is a one-night stand)

let's drive back to our old hometowns, one by one
paint the radio red and drink tequila out of paper cups
you got the looks, honey, and I got all the luck

our best friends all got babies
all we got is a string of hurricanes -
a boat in the yard and a couple bathtubs full of rain
I tried to show you a photo of me as a kid
but you were gone in the morning
and it's just another windy weekend

cause all the boys in north america
they thumb-wrestle for their daily bread
sometimes a girl's gotta leave her mountain love
and sing for Mexico instead
save a little sweetness for my baby
I'm gonna tell him when I cross that line
cause I'm not scared of chasing borders all my life

you got paisley in your kitchen
and candles in your sink
you love to watch me breathe it in
I love to watch you think
we stay up all night
making pillows out of national flags
we cry and we drink and we sleep bathed in color and war
and I wake in the morning with smoke in my hair and one foot on the floor
but your revolution is a one night stand

and I'm just sugar sugar on your brown shag carpet
sugar sugar on your green and yellow bed
sugar sugar sleeping upside down
in your head in your head in your head in your head

and all the boys in north america
they thumb-wrestle for their daily bread
sometimes a girl's gotta leave her mountain love
and sing for Mexico instead
save a little sweetness for my baby
I'm gonna tell him when I cross that line
cause I'm not scared of chasing borders all my life
no, I'm not scared of chasing borders all my life