Pasadena Lyrics

Pasadena – Written by Kenny Mehler

I woke up with my hair combed
My shoes on
A little bit dizzy from the café Patron
I'm pretty sure I slept alone

I've got my car parked
On the front lawn
The engine's still running with the headlights on
How the hell did I make it home?

I lost my margarita
Somewhere in LA or Pasadena
Must have been that sun–tanned senorita
You know girl, I'm so damn glad to me ya
But I know that you heard that before

You got me think'n about my first thought about last night
You were lookin' so fine with them jeans skin-tight
I couldn't wait to get you home
So now I'm knocking on your front door …my back's sore
From sleeping all night on the bathroom floor
At least I didn't drink alone

I lost my margarita Somewhere in LA or Pasadena
Blame it on that truck stop Mona Lisa
What's your name pretty girl I'm glad to meet ya
Now I know that you heard that before

Can't remember where I've been
My good friends Jack and Jim
You know the Captain brought the rum
Empty bottles on the floor
Like I robbed the liquor store
That better not be the sun! (not again)

I lost my margarita
Somewhere in LA or Pasadena
Must of been that Spanish senorita
What's your name little girl I'm glad to meet ya
But I know that ya heard that before
I'm pretty sure that ya heard that before
Cause I know you heard that before
I'm pretty sure that ya heard that before
Cause I know you heard that before
I know you heard that before

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