Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride
From the desert in the dark cross the river on the other side
Border guards they waved us through "Andele ninos" they cried
Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride
Love was a porcelain angel in a church in Mexico
Dressed in silk painted tears we worshipped what we did not know
Love was a porcelain angel, it was the moment we kissed
It was innocence, it was grace, it was the sound of the serpent's hiss
Love was a Mexican pony that you and would ride
From the desert in the dark cross the river to the other side
Love was a Sunday morning when our white flags flew in smoke
It was just before the call to mass, the cigarettes, the jokes
Love was a Sunday morning when you and I would pray
Press our hands together the way we did when you went away
Border guards they waved us through "andele ninos" they cried
Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride