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Living respectful And learn from the trees To the vision-come-true I enter a galaxy rising And I land on this Brown and green old place Whose wild is giant trees Trees so strong

She found a cowboy And I hear they've settled down somewhere out west Well I guess it's for the best And I can't forget her Here in Del Rio Nothin' seems to change except the weather She goes runnin' through my mind Like that Rio Grande river winds

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

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I said you could have whatever you like (if you like) Stacks on deck Patrone on ice And we can pop bottles all night And baby you could have whatever you like (if you like) Late night sex so wet so tight I'll gas up a jet for you tonight And baby you

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Me abrazas y me pides sexo Vamos hacerlo, rico suave Rico, suave Llevo llamándote un par de horas Y no me contestas el teléfono Entiendo que te sientes muy sola Pero parece solo e ilógico Me ignoras y bloqueas mi número Pero al siguiente día te asomas