THE WHOLE ENCHILADA
words & music by
Tim Ponzek © 1994

She has a way of saying no, makes you wonder if she’s saying yes
‘Cause when you give her just one thing,
her eyes ask where’s the rest
And all she wants is to live like a queen,
so I but her expensive things
And when I’m broke and alone, sitting on my throne
Don’t I feel like a king

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‘Cause she wants The Whole Enchilada,
so don't you take a bite
She wants life with all the toppings,
she just pretends to be polite
I tell her, “I want to give you this diamond ring” and she says
“Well, if you gotta”
She talks like she wants nada;
but she wants The Whole Enchilada

I said, “Honey, you need a new car”,
she says, “Any ol’ car will do”
But then there’s pictures of a Mustang rag top
left out for you know who
And when I bring it home and hand her the keys,
she says, “Aw, you shouldn’t have”
She goes out for a spin, and when I see her again,
It’s, “Honey, the car needs gas”

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And when she sulks, I know that money talks
And I always say the right thing
And when she’s mute, I know she’ll talk to my loot
And diamonds‘ll make her sing, sing, sing

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