Hey Carmen, where you going next?
I've got my suitcase packed, and I'm ready to leave with you
And there's nowhere in the world I wouldn't go
So don't leave me here so lonely in Cairo
I would meet you in Minsk and kiss you in Kiev
And hold your hand on the banks of the Thames
I'd fly from the Mojave all the way to Skopje
And never look back
And never look back
You have ten different passports, I know,
Hidden in the pockets of that beautiful red trench coat
But since you're on the lam
Let me run a while with you
Hey Carmen, where you going next?
Cause I've got soles by the purseful, and a handy Finnish phrasebook
And two pairs of dark sunglasses, and a box of fake mustaches
And no one will know our faces
No, no one will know our faces
Hey Carmen, where you going next?
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