Moves Like Mexico

The plane touched down in some south of Texas town

Didn’t waste no time, yea we were beach bum bound

Found the closest Catina

Threw back some tequila

She smiled when she heard that band

Didn’t know what they were saying

But loved what they were playing

Put on a show in the sand…

She got moves like Mexico

She swings em hips like a swinging door

She feels that rhythm and that’s all she wrote

There ain’t no way she from Tennessee

Teachin’ locals here a thing or two

Something country girls don’t usually do

Starting fires on that ol’ dance floor

Oh…She got moves like Mexico

Everyone in here’s got eyes on her

And that sunset’s hanging on to every curve

Shes got me and all fellas

Sweatin’ like a modelo

Messin’ with the Fahrenheit

Hell, even in Mariachi

Couldn’t help but watch she’s

Everybody’s paradise!

She was stealing that spotlight

And didn’t even have a clue

That I was counting the clock

To see the ones in that hotel room

Oh she’s got moves like Mexico…