Testo di Into The Sun

Mrs. Citarra, owe me forty dorrars Pull weeds out her yarra today She pay me tomorra, ten dorrars I borra Put gas in my carra, okay And she drove away into the sun She felt that her life was no fun So she went on the run Into the sun, into the sun Mrs. Citarra crawled out from the barra Fell in her jaguara and cried She drove very fara from Mr. Citarra 'Cause he was a horra she hide And she drove away into the sun She felt that her life was no fun So she went on the run Into the sun, into the sun Mr. Citarra Drove home his ferrara He shot under parra today She'd took credit carda, I say me so sorra Pay me forty dorrars, okay And she drove away into the sun She felt that her life was no fun So she went on the run Into the sun, into the sun Looking for fun, into the sun