his stare and. So pablo picasso was never called an * Well the girls would turn the color. Of the avacado when he would drive. Down their street in his el dorado. He could walk down you street
would drive down their street in his El Dorado. . He could walk down your street. Girls could not resist his stare. So Pablo Picasso was never called an *. Not like you. Wow!. . Swinging on
the light. And now I stand in line. Wishing I could cry. You broke my heart and soul. Miss you. Live your fate. Goodbye. . Arde el corazon, arde, arde el corazon, arde, arde el corazon. Arde el
the light. And now I stand in line. Wishing I could cry. You broke my heart and soul. Miss you. Live your fate. Goodbye. . Arde el corazon, arde, arde el corazon, arde, arde el corazon. Arde el
