Mexico

I'm in the kitchen making tacos, in my gym clothes

I don't need tequila I've got red wine and the radio

I could use a tan but I don't need a man to take me to Mexico

You're up in first class sipping champagne with your new thing

I'm on the highway count and white strips on a road trip

While you're in the sun with that new someone over in Mexico

I'm on my way to paradise

And I don't need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy

So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life

Final destination is a solo vacation

I like to countdown to the weekend like to sleep in

Don't need the finer things I'm fine with breaking even

I've got a private room and I don't need Cancun

So while you're in Mexico

I'm on my way to paradise

And I don't need a drink or a beach or a brand new guy

So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life

Final Destination is a permanent vacation

Don't need a passport don't need a seashore

You can keep that pink umbrella in your cup

Best thing about this place I’m going is you won't be showing up

I'm on my way to paradise and I don't need a beach or a drink or a brand new guy

So while you're lying in the sand I'm soaking up the single life

Final destination is a solo vacation, a solo vacation

Have fun in Mexico

I’ve gone and let you go

Have fun in Mexico, baby