Dear Mexico, I stole your soil;
I kept it wrapped in kitchen foil,
and if you want it handing back
I guess I'll need some cash for that.
Dear Mexico, I love your waves.
I like to watch them misbehave,
and when I close my eyes at night
I see them dance in milky light.
Dear Mexico...
{chorus}
In the whisk of working days
there's one quiet place to go
from the crowd I slip away
and run to you Mexico
In the wind I hear your name
insane it will make me go
and the patter of rain on the window pane
repeats to me Mexico...
Dear Mexico, I miss your smell.
My nostrils both recall it well,
my left loved most your lemon trees,
my right your chilli sauce best pleased.
Dear Mexico, your colours too.
I crave the flavour of your blue,
I miss the most your salad green
as modelled by your football team.
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