| At a dance in san vicente all the blacks were hot with a colt
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| And the black pipe face, the hottest for the debate, approached him
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| He told him, come on, gringura, hold on tight to my waist, let's go dance
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| And in the middle of the elbows, the pushes, the kicks they already left
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| And after the fifth theme the necking began
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| They danced all night kiss come smile go
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| Waste of warmth that without censorship both knew how to express
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| And before size I wish seeing that people looked ugly they looked bad
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| He told him look gringuita, the scoundrel, let's go into the dark and continue there
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| And without even hesitating, the gringa headed right with a very straight step towards the
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| reserve
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| The gringa was strong, she was very hot and she had a pipe face that didn't give any more
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| A wild look with a tattoo that went from the fist to the beyond
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| A little white pants that revealed that those songs were tuned
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| And two lanterns for eyes that she, at her whim, lit on her with her blinking
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| The guy had experience, he told him, gringa, he threw himself into my science, come here
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| She gave him a passionate kiss, put her hand in without asking
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| A private lightning strike in the ear and it was the trigger for such barbarity
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| And she, taking her hand away, said let's go 'straight to the point but not here
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| At home there is more comfort get on the renoleta than in the first one we are already there
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| That procession of testosterone in which hormones were part
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| From the beautiful art of the kiss to her neck he put the seal that that night
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| After the car everything was going to be phenomenal
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| They arrived at the shack he went straight to the shower so as not to stink
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| Neither slow nor lazy, he went to the refrigerator to look for soda and went to bed.
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| And the guy once clean came out of the bathroom already naked to begin with
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| And at the moment of consuming…
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| but what happened?
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| Nobody is perfect
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| Nobody is perfect
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| What goes up comes down but not everything that goes down goes up
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| Nobody is perfect
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| Nobody is perfect
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| To face of pipe the truth is that she won gravity
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| Nobody is perfect
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| Nobody is perfect |