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You with your pistol

And me with my pencil

Never getting my job done

Cause you know these things can speak for us

Colors and Texmex

Cause you're not Mexican

And I've never seen Texas

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Or the excitement I started stripping a real natural thing

Making the hands meet

Making my way down to that big rest..

While you're fucking some old dusty chair

I'll be eating bananas

And riding a big black stallion

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