Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride

From the desert in the dark cross the river on the other side

Border guards they waved us through "Andele ninos" they cried

Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride

Love was a porcelain angel in a church in Mexico

Dressed in silk painted tears we worshipped what we did not know

Love was a porcelain angel, it was the moment we kissed

It was innocence, it was grace, it was the sound of the serpent's hiss

Love was a Mexican pony that you and would ride

From the desert in the dark cross the river to the other side

Love was a Sunday morning when our white flags flew in smoke

It was just before the call to mass, the cigarettes, the jokes

Love was a Sunday morning when you and I would pray

Press our hands together the way we did when you went away

Border guards they waved us through "andele ninos" they cried

Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride