Two Lips Over The Knee Boots

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In a whiskey on the rocks.

Instead of pretending,
Or crashing a glass of jealousy,
He took to rer.

Suddenly I saw
As one dog barking,
At the gates of heaven.

I dej a vanity with grievances,
The honey on the lips,
And frost in his hair.

Tenan reason,
My lovers so that before
The bad guy was me.

With one exception,
This time, I want to will,
And she did.

As he left.

I dej the heart in the bones,
And my knees.

From the taxi, and with an excess
I tir two kisses
One cheek.

And regression,
The curse of the drawer without his clothes,
The doom of the bars,
At Cinderellas, balance and corner.

And those sales of fine wool,
Paying the bills of people without a soul,
Losing your cool with the cocaine.

Volvindome crazy
Wasting the bag and life
The was gradually giving up for lost.

And that I,
In order not to overwhelm with flowers Mara,
Not to besiege my autologous,
Bed Linen ures and alcoves of cows.

Do not Shop For JEWELERS,
Not be the puppet that goes romera,
With the coffers of the Holy reproach.

Whether we want it,
It takes to learn to forget,
19 give, and 500 nights.

He said hello and goodbye,
And bang, they are like a sign,
In interrogacin.

I suspect that as
Travs be avenged of oblivion,
Cupid m.

No, do not ask for forgiveness,
What if I'm going to forgive,
Because I do not care.

He always had a high forehead,
The long tongue,
And the very short skirt.

I abandonbr /> As you leave your old shoes,
Shattered the glass of my glasses away
Sac the spitting image of the mirror.

And I was so torero the alleys
Game and wine, that yesterday the janitor,
I Torrelodones casino ech.

What grief so great,
Denied the Blessed Sacrament,
At the same time,
She commanded me.

And that I,
In order not to overwhelm with flowers Mara,
Not to besiege my autologous,
Bed Linen ures and alcoves of cows.

Do not Shop For JEWELERS,
Not be the puppet that goes romera,
With the coffers of the Holy reproach.

Whether we want it,
It takes to learn to forget,
19 give, and 500 nights.

And regression,
The curse of the drawer without his clothes,
The doom of the bars,
At Cinderellas, balance and corner.

And those sales of fine wool,
Paying the bills of people without a soul,
Losing your cool . . . .
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