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Cornelis Hendrik Cuylaerts
Cornelis Hendrik Cuylaerts
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The other day, I was talking to a friend of mine in the streets And while he was explaining What I can honestly not recall I could only think about his mamacita The mamacita's of mamacita's So I drifted off Throwing grapes in her mouth from great distance with my eyes closed Because I feel you blindly mamacita, mamacita I'm gonna clean your reading glasses with my shirt So you that can see clearly with those big blue eyes again mamacita Mamacita I will taste the pasta while cooking it To make sure it is all 'al dente', for you My mamacita Mamacita I want to water your plants tonight mamacita So that they can bloom as mesmerizing as you do, mamacita I will fold your burrito mamacita Of course not on the day that you prefer And then eat her, my mamacita Mamacita Mamacita Mamacita Mamacita Mamacita Mamaci mamacita Mama-ci-mama ma mamacita Oooh mamacita Oooh mamacita Mamacita mamacita mamacita Mamacita I will trim your eyebrows with my teeth, my mamacita Cause I know you don't like it hairy, mamacita I will season your patata's, mamacita brava's Salt pepper and some secret love, mamacita And then I slowly came back to reality And the conversation with my friend But I was sad Cause I was no longer With mamacita
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