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By Misti Date: 2001 Nov 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.08.13.38.28114]] |
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hola, chico I want to get drunk on tequila and slur Spanish in your ear all night long ask me If I know you I'll say si...poco because I'm loco for you I'm young and strong and would ride a wild horse to a border town to score you a pinata even though I'm allergic to horses and could score a pinata for you at the import shack down the street you're so sweet you beat the band take my hand and kiss it while you gaze into my eyes let's get high and fly into the next sunrise there are other things we could do we could bowl or fish for trout take a stroll along the boardwalk and listen to the local wacko spout Fundamentalist Baptist idealogies until the muscle builders pick him up and toss him into the gaudy green surf then there's always Mexico we could break a law or two and cruise South with beer in our mouth my head on your lap Freddy Fender on the stereo the days and nights are ours to waste so look this way and give me a taste 'cause you're so sweet you beat the band you kiss my hand and I shiver and quiver and to my surprise suddenly I'm soaring into a pink and orange sunrise there are lies to tell myths to dispel you said my name and the spell was cast tell me, chico how long do you think it will last? |