Paz, sol, aire, árboles, desamor.
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Black dress with the tights underneath, I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth, And shes an actress (actress), But she ain't got no need. Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east. T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks, While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth, T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef, That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him. She wants to touch me (Woah), She wants to love me (Woah), She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh), Don't trust a ho, Never trust a ho, Won't trust a ho, Won't trust me. X's on the back of your hands, Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands. And your setlist (setlist), You stole off the stage, Had red and purple lipstick all over the page. B-b-b-bruises cover your arms, Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm. And the best is (best is), No one knows who you are, Just another girl alone at the bar.
Like a song stuck in my head that I can't stop thinking about until I listen to it, I can't stop thinking about you until I see you again.
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