Modelo

I got dust on my tennis shoes Couple empty bottles of beer They were called Modelo They were made in Mexico They were pretty good I got a jar full of pennies Nickels, quarters, and dimes I gave the orders Don’t you take my quarters She gets them every time She’s my lady And we fight sometimes Drive each other crazy Plumb out of our freaking minds At the end of the day It don’t matter what you say She’ll be standing right by my side I stayed out late last night at a friend’s garage Until 2:00am We were listening to the stones Smoking a couple bowls Taking it all in I only told her I’d be gone a little while Said baby don’t you worry none She was mad as hell I came in and fell Right back in love I got dust on my tennis shoes Couple empty bottles of beer They were called Modelo They were made in Mexico They were pretty good