I'm tired of the rental car you drive
Tired of the waitress job I got
Tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city
I'm tired of the same old circumstances
Tired of my sex life, tired of romancin'
I could appreciate having my skin crawl for a change
And it isn't you who makes my mind
Tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away awhile
Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work, boy, I know ya
Got a lot on your mind
But we don't need no holiday
Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay, yeah
I'm tired of staying up so damn late
Staring at the laptop screen, I fade away
To some unseen extraordinary place, oh
Where I feel the wind between my thighs under my dress
And I'm on fire (I'm on fire) and it pulls me under
But it isn't you who makes my mind
Tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away awhile
Pack your bags, let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work, boy, I know ya
Got a lot on your mind
But we don't need no holiday
Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay
'Cause we don't need no holiday, yeah
