I'm tired of the rental car you drive Tired of the waitress job I got Tired of the cold cold looks of strangers in the city I'm tired of the same old circumstances Tired of my sex life Tired of romancing And I could appreciate having my skin crawl for a Change It isn't you who makes my mind Tick like a clock all day and night Let's get away a while Pack your bags let's go to Columbia Take the day off work boy I know ya Got a lot on your mind But we don't need no holiday Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah We could make a million excuses Got a lot to do tomorrow If I don't make it it's okay yeah Tired to staying up so damn late Starin at the laptop screen I fade away To some unseen extraordinary place Where I feel the wind between my thighs under my dress And I'm on fire And it pulls me under It isn't you who makes my mind Tick like a clock all day and night Let's get away a while Pack your bags let's go to Columbia Take the day off work boy I know ya Got a lot on your mind But we don't need no holiday Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah We could make a million excuses Got a lot to do tomorrow If I don't make it it's okay yeah we don't need know holiday