Homemade Mexico Lyrics - Tailgate - Trailer Choir

Flip Flops Floppin'* 

She slips of the top n' 

That Bikini's rockin 

On her freckled skin 

She got her ray bands on 

Hummin that Sheryl Crow song 

And her blond hairs flirting with the wind 

[Chorus:] 

She lays down her purple beach towel 

Takes a sip of cool clear water from the garden hose(There She Goes) 

Shes a rock Star in her own backyard 

Yeah anytime she walks, she can go to her homemade mexico 

Margaritas chillin got fajitas grillin 

Pretty pink toes dippin in a plastic pool (yea she do) 

She splits her lies 

Pretend that Georgia sky's 

Is Cabo, Cassamil, or Somali or Cancun 

CHORUS 

Sometimes paridise, its just a state of mind 

CHORUS 

Yeah her homeade mexico(x2)