Short Flight to Mexico - Winger

He took a shot

He aimed it well

Her eyes were closed

He whispered she must never tell

She had no choice

One little voice

All girls grow up in time

But she still pays the price

Dead trust — he’s the killer

Can’t keep it buried in her

Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels

Love lives — she can feel it

Her soul he couldn’t steal it

She’s selling her secrets to get out of hell

Bar full of flies

She’s holdin' back

Won’t be the first time

That she’s tried, won’t be the last

Can’t fill the void

Can’t be destroyed

Bad endings start somewhere

It’s time for truth or dare

Dead trust — he’s the killer

Can’t keep it buried in her

Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels

Love lives — she can feel it

Her soul he couldn’t steal it

She’s selling her secrets to get out of hell

She took a shot

She aimed it well

His eyes were closed

She whispered, See you in hell

They heard the bang

Couldn’t give a damn

Short flight to Mexico

This time she’ll let it go

Dead trust — He’s the killer

Can’t keep it buried in her

Tradin' in bruises for highway hotels

Love lives — she can feel it

Her soul he couldn’t steal it

She’s selling her secrets to get out of hell