Maybe you could be like Maria |
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Napisal/a Sinatra, v torek, 24. jul. 07 |
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Maria
smiles and she dances.
She is
Spanish.
She learned
how to play the game of chances.
And I always
throw the dice before they vanish.
Maria swirls
good underneath the sheets.
She is
so warm and her flesh is sweet.
Her body
is a temple of one too many gods.
And
Maria is just an eye sore for hungry-hearted feet.
I am not
with Maria anymore.
She left
me because I didn’t want her kids and got mad.
Maybe
you could be like Maria if you'd explore...
I would
have children with you instead.

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