You are drunk and surly In Latino lover mode We all know what's on your agenda We've broken the code I've got no right to lay claim to her frame She's not my possession You coconut.
Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer
Octoped, you've got six hands too many And you can't keep them to yourself You're too fat and too old to marry So they left you on the shelf I've got no right to lay claim to her frame But you soiled my obsession You coconut.
Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer
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