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I met her in Redondo Just like Jean-Paul Belmondo I lit a cigarette and said, "I'm glad we've met." She took me to her casa I didn't know if I would last But she said, "It's all so easy." And just like the long Zambezi I washed onto her shores And I almost could've swore She said, "Look here I must confess, You fuck like Herman Hesse writes." But I'm not really sure I was half out the door And I never did go back 'Cause just like Fleetwood Mac We broke up right there and then And we're never good again But every once in a while I miss her bedroom style And that small beach house rental Were we fucked transcendentally I wish I knew her name I'd call her up again But I guess that's just my pattern When something really matters I just let it go 'Cause it's better not to know Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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