She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face She had your ankles I felt filled with grace
\"Two hundred dollars straight in Two-fifty up the ass\" she smiled and said She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair And sat in front of me on the bed
She said, \"Honey, how's that feel Do you want me to go slow?\" My eyes drifted out the window And down to the road below
I felt my stomach tighten As the sun bloodied the sky And sliced through hotel blinds I closed my eyes
Sunlight on the Amatitlan Sunlight streaming through your hair In the Valle de dos Rios The smell of mock orange filled the air
We rode with the vaqueros Down into cool rivers of green I was sure the work and the smile coming out 'neath your hat Was all I'll ever need
Somehow all you ever need's Never quite enough you know You and I, Maria, we learned it's so
She slipped me out of her mouth \"You're ready,\" she said She took off her bra and panties Wet her fingers, slipped it inside her And crawled over me on the bed
She brought me another whisky Said \"Here's to the best you ever had\" We laughed and made a toast It wasn't the best I ever had Not even close