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Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake Sipping on Summer Ale in September sun Jump in the back seat where we had some fun Cruise out on the boat to the house of stilts Kiss me underneath till the passion wilts Never will I find an'ther crazy lady putting up wooden houses in Haiti Closing up your eyes when you drink too much Open up your thighs ‘cause you like my touch I want to grow old on Brazilian beaches Getting tan in the sand with your two ripe peaches Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Six-packs and a flask from a Scottish lake Been a mess since the best just came to date Hit the map for a tap and a little loving The bone I wrap for buns in ovens Living by the ocean, going through the motions Drinking with my head in a noose Never known a better potion to let my liver soak in No I bet I'm telling the truth Holding all the good stories Coke and all it's glories Slipped up, Tripped up, huh Tooth Bust on the pavement, make another payment, Running like Johns Wilks Booth, oof! Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Rolling on through, where do you belong?! Holding on to you just CARRY ON!! Truer words never spoken, "Quick to be broken" Change is a notion you should learn like lotion On the hand that you're hoping to Land the next open, girl that you're scoping Pillows you be groping Forever will I be insistent, that distance, is the crux of my existence And whoever would be to wish this away this instant I'd give assistance Never would I need to piss this away like wish lists and family business Clever would I be to diss this and kiss the first fish that's close to British Ha ha ha! Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine, Now I need another home to rest my complex CORAZON
Writer(s): Marlin Bateman, Robert Hunter, Patrick Howard, John Coughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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