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And a greeting for all the friends
That like the married women, yes, sir
For a married woman
They tell me that I have to die
Lies, they don't do anything
If she wants to follow me
To erase the attemped
I'm going to take it
To pass the time
Then I will bring them back
Oh my god, shorty
Come on, spoiled black
Do not have misgivings anymore
If I have to lose my life
Willing god will have it
Luck touches both of us
You are alone in my love
Your husband no longer blows
You are going to be my woman
And a greeting for all that like the married women, yes, sir
The raven with so many feathers
Couldn't keep
And, I don't even have feathers
I have "dear" and wife
For a married woman
They tell me that I have to die
Lies, they don't do anything
If she wants to follow me
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