I put my love on the street of Medellin,
Me gusta Anderson, mi angelito hermoso.
I wish our love was eternal like spring,
He's my be-all, and end-all in the City of sin.
Colombian gold could give us a rolling buzz,
A little heaven dust is gonna make us float.
I'm tripping heavy without those sacred mushrooms:
Being with my sweetie is the greatest fuzz.
We have an itch for a hard-core drive-in-movie,
A freaky feeling I get from watching us on the screen.
Another soul kiss, and he puts the pedal on the metal.
I instantly get my load off, and that does feel groovy.
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