| My little Mexican woman,
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| Got herself a hot little body. |
| (whistle)
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| That little sweet senorita,
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| Knows how to be the life of the party.
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| We dance and we talk,
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| Hold hands when we walk,
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| Shoot tequilla all night long.
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| She can’t understan,
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| Why this rambling man,
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| Says its time to be moving on.
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| My little sweet Georgia peach,
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| She sure knows how to show me a good time.
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| She’s got the longest legs,
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| I swear they’re smoother than her daddy’s moonshine. |
| (thats smooth)
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| We eat her mama’s fried chicken,
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| Go skinny dippin,
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| Drink cold beer all night long.
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| She can’t understand,
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| When this ramblin man,
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| Says its time to be moving on.
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| I got places to be.
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| I got people to see.
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| Got both ends of the candle to burn.
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| But I’ll try to hurry,
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| So girls don’t you worry.
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| I promise you shall return.
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| My little Miami friend,
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| With that cinnamon skin, lord shes so fine. |
| (sure is)
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| She always lights up my night,
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| With a ray of pure Florida sunshine.
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| Man we work on our tans,
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| Roll around in the sand.
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| Chug Bacardi all night long.
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| She don’t understand,
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| When this rambling man.
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| Says its time to be moving on.
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| I got places to be.
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| I got people to see.
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| Got both ends of the candle to burn.
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| But I’ll try to hurry,
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| So girls don’t you worry.
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| I promise you shall return.
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| I got places to be.
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| I got people to see.
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| Got both ends of the candle to burn.
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| But I’ll try to hurry,
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| So girls don’t you worry.
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| I promise you shall return. |