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She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face,
she had your ankles, I felt filled with grace.
"Two hundred dollars straight in,
two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
and sat in front of me on the bed.
She said, "honey, how's that feel,
do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window
and down to the road below.
I felt my stomach tighten
as the sun bloodied the sky
and sliced through hotel blinds, I closed my eyes.
Sunlight on the Amatitlan,
sunlight streaming through your hair,
in the Valle de dos Rios
the smell of mock orange filled the air.
We rode with the vaqueros
down into cool rivers of green,
I was sure the work and the smile coming out
'neath your hat was all I'll ever need
Somehow all you ever need's
never quite enough you know,
you and I, Maria, we learned it's so.
She slipped me out of her mouth,
"you're ready," she said.
She took off her bra and panties
wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
and crawled over me on the bed.
She bought me another whisky,
said "here's to the best you ever had".
We laughed and made a toast,
it wasn't the best I ever had
not even close.
Men trots allt så är den väldigt bra!
She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face,
she had your ankles, I felt filled with grace.
"Two hundred dollars straight in,
two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
and sat in front of me on the bed.
She said, "honey, how's that feel,
do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window
and down to the road below.
I felt my stomach tighten
as the sun bloodied the sky
and sliced through hotel blinds, I closed my eyes.
Sunlight on the Amatitlan,
sunlight streaming through your hair,
in the Valle de dos Rios
the smell of mock orange filled the air.
We rode with the vaqueros
down into cool rivers of green,
I was sure the work and the smile coming out
'neath your hat was all I'll ever need
Somehow all you ever need's
never quite enough you know,
you and I, Maria, we learned it's so.
She slipped me out of her mouth,
"you're ready," she said.
She took off her bra and panties
wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
and crawled over me on the bed.
She bought me another whisky,
said "here's to the best you ever had".
We laughed and made a toast,
it wasn't the best I ever had
not even close.
Men trots allt så är den väldigt bra!
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