Shots rang out   Valentine's Day   Fragrant remnants of a strewn bouquet   A lovers' bloody quarrel   Sweet chocolates gone to waste   He took the petty cash   And drove through California State      In a San Fernando pool hall   He caught the eye of some young broad   Turns out the girl is only seventeen and thinks criminals are God      She was pretty   As pretty as a runaway can be   And he was crazy for her    As crazy as a crazy person can be   The motel window framed her face   A wash of lemon line   Sallow yellow skin   Sour green eyes   Left in the drawer with the Bible   An old syringe   "God is lethal," he says with a knowing grin      Don't you forget about your past, boy   Don't you forget about the gun   Don't you forget about Mexico   That's where you're gonna run      Picture postcard   She stole the night before   With a dirty magazine   From the local convenience store   A photo of Paris at night   The Eiffel tower in lights   An unsatisfied looking debutant   Flip side read "je t'amie mon amour"   Paris, France      Don't you forget about your past, girl   Don't you forget about the streets   Don't you forget about the cold air   When you're lying on that beach      She's scared this back road has a dead end   And that he won't fly her to the moon   "Well, just sit tight, babe,   We're gonna be in Mexico real soon   So just sit there and don't say another word   Before I go and hurt someone   Before I go and take this gun   And hurt someone   I'll hurt someone"