Lyrics Old 97’s – Guadalajara

She said hey can I get a little help my bikini is stuck in the back
She had sun-brown skin and a lot of white teeth and I watched her mouth go slack
I didn’t mean to say yes I never even did I just started when I got to her
I was there on a work trip she was a holiday girl

I woke up in the middle of the night in a pile on the foot of the bed
She was fast asleep breathin’ slow arms up over her head
She was the champion of the world right then I was a runner up
I was there on some bullshit work trip
Look at my good luck look at my good luck

She woke up at the crack of noon with a faraway look in her eye
Lying in a great big patch of sun looking like she was gonna cry
I don’t need this kind of pressure I’m a cynical man
I got a lot of livin’ left to do I’m just here for a work trip babe
Not to fall in love with you I don’t wanna fall in love with you

I ain’t spoken for I never have been I’m speakin’ for myself just fine
I thought I should get a little credit thought I did the right thing this time
I let her go I watched her walk I made a memory of her
I don’t work no good no more thinkin’ ’bout the holiday girl
Thinkin’ ’bout the holiday girl

She said hey can I get a little help my bikini is stuck in the back