down. You come to ground. Your word is not enough So gather round here everyone. You know your patron saint he's gone. And he won't come back. Caught in the crossfire. And he was caught in the
". And I said, "What you thinkin'? I ain't the type of girl to get down. But I can party with you and bring my girls aside. Tell the bartender, bring the ice and let 'em know" I'm on Patron tequila, I'm
