Across The Border

(Don Breithaupt)

She likes the rolling hills
She likes the gold in the teeth
She likes the discotheque
She keeps her Jackson bills
In flaxen lace underneath
Safe on her salt-sweet neck

The money comes
The money goes
Still the precious cargo flows
Across the border
A dollar here
A dollar there
The groove is moving in the air
Across the border

She finds the one-way street
She sees the eyes at the door
She gives the secret wink
Inside the air is sweet
There’s blood and glass on the floor
She needs some time to think

There is love in Philadelphia

She likes the tango tune
She longs for someone to hold
She spends her nights in style
Goodnight Havana moon
May all your dreams turn to gold
May all your daughters smile