Los Alchos from ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ Fᵢₙᵢₜₑ Dₑₐₜₕ by ĐØ₵₭ ₵ⱧɄ฿₭ł₴

Oh baby girl
you hold my hand
you got me thinking
I could be your man
and in my ear
a megaphone
what you expect a boy like me to have done

Her arms wrapped around my neck she ripped tore me to my knees
carrying a whisper to my cochleatic listener that in the end meant
Jacksh*t nothing

when she biting my tongue and she lickin my bones
with your honey lips and fer-de-lance tones
she said "ill be your girl if you tear out your stones"
my baby is in Los Alchos
she aint ever gonna call me patros

I got 9 million girls at my finger tips
say my brother my sister my sister my dog
and my dog is my dad and my dad is my only
and my only is me and im jacksh*t nothing

little boy come and gather round
when sally girl comes to make you frown
aint nothin to her blackhearted smile
cause she knows just how to tear you wild

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