: saquenle lumbre muchachos a esa bota que suena y suena tremendo el taconazo que bailen todos al son de la tambora y agarren pista bailando bien pegado
Lovers advantage - nobodies faults Obeying it's a tie-break Please don't try to overrule it If you give me the advantage I can make a Return off my
South Carolina where the Cypress grow White pine and hemlock all seem to know The tidal sweep through your southern marsh The squall last night was a
Take me out, baby I want to go sail tonight I can see ocean floor in the pale moon light Ooh... Lets explore the sheltered banks 'til the morning light
I get the tiller, you get the line Crystalline water with manta ray shine Annapolis ships heel and dip Swift Rangers' lines clean and sleek Does the
Been reaching for my baby Grow sullen with my darling I'll hold the sheet tight, keeping watch through the night i would be there i promise to take good
Still dreamin' of the thick and green. Salty marsh bed by the tidal stream. Look down the ?, sleepin' deep in the brush. The night brings the hush I can
Coconut Grove Is a very small cove separated from the sea by a shifting shoal we didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide barely
bap-ba-bap-pab-ba (x4) oo-woah-oh It was a summer day, When you took my cares away When you whispered to me, And it was so sweet, She can blow us off
Joe Tennis chased the one good idea he'd had his whole life. And when he finally caught up with it he did what he thought was right. So he watched the
joints and now I don't wanna play Swinging down, I sent the birdie Downtown at 7:30 And I'm convinced that I've got tennis elbow We are lost in the
Senshuu matsu, dekakemashita, soshite, anata o mimashita. Anata wa tenisu ga jouzu desu yo. Machitakanai desu. Jaa, ikimashou. (Anata wa watashi) (
Instrumental
Heroes in Tennis Shoes (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Heroes in tennis shoes Not everyone can play that game But isn
the tennis court He whipped my ass in tennis Then I fucked his ass in bed I couldn't wait to feast my eyes On his meaty, hairy thighs He whipped my ass in tennis
tennis? Freedom is the man with the red grenade She ran out of gas, got beat and raped Do you like tennis? Well do you like tennis? Yes I do
's not what tennis is all about That's not what the game is all about Whether the ball was in or out That's not what tennis is all about You cannot be
the valley of the tears The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice Anyone for tennis
