hola my amor standing there,
with that beautiful stare,
I hope tu know I care,
and tu don't need weight to bare,
through our secret lair,
where there may be a scare,
as I go through life with a tear,
in my corazón from this chair,
so far away babe,
just like the parte superior, arriba hat of good ole Abe,
you are the best at my trade,
holding that glass of lemonade,
my lovely mate and maid,
but you're not a maid to me,
for you're my baby,
oh my lovely baby babe,
more then the wife of Abe,
instead of that old Gabe,
you are mine my lovely,
or so I have hopefully,
so there will be no mopefully,
my very pretty baby,
I amor tu más then...
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