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No time for lyrics, enjoy the simple rock stylings of me
No time for lyrics, enjoy the simple rock stylings of me
Dont like my voice, therefore is far back, but here are the lyrics
As i run up your branches are falling
in the distance your sweet fruit is calling
to me
oh what could it mean
ohhhhhhh guacamole
ohhhh all just for me
i draw closer my thought all start wanderin
thinking of your smooth texture it's dawning on me
i'll make you so sweet
ohhhhhhh guacamole
ohhhh all just for me