A tequila or holy water
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What cares, cure or band-aid?
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Shut up, a visitor is coming
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what a perfect family
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What you don't have, you paint
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Cover with a mat or blanket
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The truth bothers you and itches you
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If it is not your size or measurement, amen
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I grew up with complexes
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I do not ask for advice
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Not for me, not for ego
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But you neither candle nor burial
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They told me not to come to mass anymore
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Because I gave a kiss to a girl
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And now she suddenly she takes away
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The sign of the cross, remember I was an altar girl
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And where did the Catholic thing go?
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erotic thought
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That father has a queue to step on
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How much do you judge if he is so similar?
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There is so much gossip to avoid
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My mother is not a saint and I am not a fool
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Rabble so naca and how much does he care
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Pa'l gossip yes listen and pa' help 'ta deaf
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And a fat woman called me ugly
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And an ugly one called me fat
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She told me tomboy a-
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A ragpicker who is poor but already in his forties also looked at me ugly
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(what a bear)
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what a bear
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oh what a bear
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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oh what a bear
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I want my whale wallet
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Oh grandma, sorry
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If it were up to you I wouldn't have
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Neither good flight nor plane
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what a bear
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what a bear
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A tequila or holy water
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What cares, cure or band-aid?
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Shut up, a visitor is coming
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what a perfect family
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A tequila or holy water
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What cares, cure or band-aid?
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Shut up, a visitor is coming
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What a family so-
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oh what a bear
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what a bear
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The family, a bunch of gossips
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That with so much prayer and rebozo they do not take away the envious
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To finish it, they make it cough or throw a little
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Lying uncles, here among us they are so jealous'
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They get rid of everything
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Salt and even mud, take out the Fabulous
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And let's get the dirt out
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We are going to get truths even if everyone sweats
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I don't care mother, all my life they spoke badly and I didn't do anything to anyone
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what family did i have
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What if I smoked marijuana
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If my uncle makes coke in the bathroom
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They don't think who I'm dating
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You have another son in the neighborhood
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Look, here neither saints nor whores
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Neither there nor here, there is no route here
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And if you don't like it, don't admire yourself, look at the chili
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The looks insult
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And from looks to looks, look why so raised
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If there is a problem, I think that the blow warns
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There is no band-aid, healthy, healthy, ramerita
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If there is criticism but what is danced is not removed
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I want my whale wallet
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Oh grandma, sorry
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If it were up to you I wouldn't have
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Neither this flight nor plane
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Look, here neither saints nor whores
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Neither there nor here, there is no route here
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And if you don't like it, don't admire yourself, look at the chili
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The looks insult
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(What the fuck?) |