_this photo of a coffee vending machine below my block reminds me of this song. don't ask me why_

Cool wind in my hair

 Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

 I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

...

Her mind was Tiffany twisted

 She's got the Mercedes Benz

She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls "friends"

 How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget"