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The Pablo Song
03:22
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The Spanish from your lips tastes like tomaters on the vine
Like a baby bird I'm peckin' I'm drinkin' down that line
You keep saying no
But that ain't no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
You say your heart is roto
And your corazon was broke
By some girl in Guanajuato
Who couldn't take a joke
You say no hay espacio
For an amor American
Still I'm gonna love you best I can
Because the Spanish from your lips tastes like tomaters on the vine
Like a baby bird I'm peckin' I'm drinkin' down that line
You keep saying no
But that ain't no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
I keep my heart spoiled
Always taking just what I want
I know that nada it ain't nada if it ain't free
Free to work for or to toil for
Or to win over in song
Think you're really something Pablo, don't you see
The Spanish from your lips tastes like tomaters on the vine
Like a baby bird I'm peckin' I'm drinkin' down that line
You keep saying no
But that ain't no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
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Flower Girl's Lament
03:00
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So long city boy
You sleep your dream you dream your joy
The sun goes up your blinds go down
I'll never catch you hanging 'round
So long music man
I sing your sad sad song just as loud as I can
You only had one trick up your sleeve
You played it over and over then you asked me to leave
You asked me to leave
So long eagle I'd
Follow you out but I'd have to learn to fly
The sun goes down, you go down too
I never breathed a sigh so blue
A sigh [sigh] so blue, a sigh so blue, a sigh so blue
So long flower girl
You spent too long staring into the world
Petals are wilting, the lovers are falling
Into each others arms and you can hear your mother calling
Please come home, oh please come home, oh please come home
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Sweet Tooth
03:00
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Sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth
I need a little sugar in my bowl
I need a little sugar in my bowl
Not like I need you
I don't need you
But when I try to call you honey, babe, you're gone
When I try to call you honey babe you're gone
Summer tooth
I got a summer tooth
I'm trying my best this winter, but it's cold
Oh I'm trying my best this winter but it's cold
If this sweet tooth
Rots out my skull
I won't have a sweet tooth
Any more
No more sweet tooth
No more sweet tooth
I won't need no sugar in my bowl
I won't call you honey any more
I'll let in all the winter cold
No I won't have no sweet tooth any more
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