I always kinda figured love would pass me by/
The kinda girl I wanted wouldn't want a guy like me/
I thought that she wouldn't look twice/
Ya see I'm kinda crazy, I like the extremes/
So all of my life the girl of my dreams was
everything nice sugar and spice and tequila on ice/
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover/
but every girl I found was either one way or the other/
till one night at a bar when I saw her standing there/
Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair/
I walked over to her and introduced myself/
I said now that we know each other/
if your not with someone else/
can I buy you a drink/
she said "Thank you I think I'll have tequila on ice"/
and I said "Nice"/
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover/
but every girl I found was either one way or the other/
But this one here was different I could see it from the start/
Pretty thing in blue jeans kinda sweet and wild at heart/
I guess that`s what got me down here in Cancun/
laying in this hammock looking at the moon up there/
stroking her hair and picking out rice/
My baby`s kisses taste like sugar and spice and tequila on ice.
The kinda girl I wanted wouldn't want a guy like me/
I thought that she wouldn't look twice/
Ya see I'm kinda crazy, I like the extremes/
So all of my life the girl of my dreams was
everything nice sugar and spice and tequila on ice/
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover/
but every girl I found was either one way or the other/
till one night at a bar when I saw her standing there/
Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair/
I walked over to her and introduced myself/
I said now that we know each other/
if your not with someone else/
can I buy you a drink/
she said "Thank you I think I'll have tequila on ice"/
and I said "Nice"/
I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover/
but every girl I found was either one way or the other/
But this one here was different I could see it from the start/
Pretty thing in blue jeans kinda sweet and wild at heart/
I guess that`s what got me down here in Cancun/
laying in this hammock looking at the moon up there/
stroking her hair and picking out rice/
My baby`s kisses taste like sugar and spice and tequila on ice.