Short Flight To Mexico by Winger
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
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