| How good the golds suit you
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| To that little brown face
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| That she wakes up to the air
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| To caress her mane
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| That it feels good for her to sing to herself to fall asleep
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| To that little face that changes my sorrow for joy
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| How well the dress suits you
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| And its silver tails
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| That even the muses pose
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| In the flight of her skirt
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| How good it feels to sing to yourself to fall asleep
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| To that little face that changes my sorrow for joy
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| and they know each other
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| Couples don't waste time
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| and they know each other
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| They already know each other
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| and they know each other
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| and they know each other
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| Couples don't waste time
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| and they know each other
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| They already know each other
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they will purr
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they will purr
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| How good the golds suit you
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| To that little brown face
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| That wakes up to the air
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| To caress her mane
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| That little brown face is for breaking your shirt
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| Or to pick up the guitar and listen to the maestro from Algeciras
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they know each other
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| Couples don't waste time
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| and they know each other
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| They already know each other
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| and they know each other
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| and they know each other
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| Couples don't waste time
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| and they know each other
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| They already know each other
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they will purr
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they will purr
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| and they will purr
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| How good the golds suit you
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| To that little brown face
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| how do you feel
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| From Santiago to the square
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| The gypsy purrs
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| How good they feel, that flies
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| how do you wear it
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| And they purr, they purr, they purr
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| Rum rum, they purr
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| From Santiago to the square
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| From Santiago to the square
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| And I cut off my shirt
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| The gypsy purrs
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| From Santiago to the square |