I'm tired of the rental car you drive, I'm tired of the waitress job I got, I'm tired of the cold cold looks of strangers in the city, I'm tired of the same old circumstances,I'm tired of my *** life, I'm tired of romancing, I could appreciate having my skin crawl for a change, and it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night, let's get away a while.Pack your bags, let's go to Columbia, take the day off work, boy.I know, yeah, I got a lot on your mind, but we don't need no holiday.Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah, we could make a million excuses.I got a lot to do tomorrow, but I don't make it, it's okay.Yeah, yeah.I'm tired of staying up late, I'm tired of being together.I'm so damn late, stand at the laptop screenI fade away to some unseen extraordinary placeWhere I feel the wind between my thighs under my dressAnd I'm on fire, and it pulls me underBut it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and nightLet's get away a whilePack your bags, let's go to ColumbiaTake the day off, what boy I know youGot a lot on your mindWe don't need no holidaysPack your bags, let's go to ColumbiaWe could make a million excusesGot a lot to do tomorrowBut I don't make it, it's okayCause we don't need no holiday