one night at rosy roads
mimis suck your hoards
we went dancing up a hill
super music and good meal
dancers from san juan, pretty
they can sing as well as jolly
morning comes i'm losing some
of my men, abducted by rum
i send my boys to look for them
they're somewhere: no fame
yes, too much alibi i don't buy it
stay home problem child; you get
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mimis blood sucking insects from
puerto rico.
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