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Mano a mano I will help, secure, and respect you. Mano a mano Don't knock me down I won't hurt you. Mano a mano Pompous were your hands reaching up Your pride got you, did it fill that prideful cup. Mano a mano You grew up a chicano Went from man to boy. Mano a mano You kept saying pronto I'm not your debutante rich *** I'm low class, with a poor home. Mano a mano You still haven't grown up Will you sincerely love me, its a must. I need I T N O W. Mano a mano I d o N t Think You Can Handle M E..
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Mano a mano
Mano a mano I will help, secure, and respect you. Mano a mano Don't knock me down I won't hurt you. Mano a mano Pompous were your hands reaching up Your pride got you, did it fill that prideful cup. Mano a mano You grew up a chicano Went from man to boy. Mano a mano You kept saying pronto I'm not your debutante rich *** I'm low class, with a poor home. Mano a mano You still haven't grown up Will you sincerely love me, its a must. I need I T N O W. Mano a mano I d o N t Think You Can Handle M E..
Mano a mano I am using for the context of hand to hand I know many make it man to man though this is its real style of write.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
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