martes, 26 de abril de 2011

248_like a bullet leaves a gun

So, she left Monte Rio, son

Just like a bullet leaves a gun

With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips

She went and took that California trip

Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind

She said don't look back just come on Jim.

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