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On the beach, relaxed in my chair just kicked back a little country on the radio feel like I'm in Mexico The blue igloo sweats bikini girl, great assets Panama hat on my head out in the surf, being led Come back in and dry off reach into that icy trough golden bottle, need a lime pop the top tastes just fine back in my chair, with my beer to my buddy, I say cheers Cuban cigar, why fight bite the end and light Take a puff and a sip feels so good on my lips relaxing good, I sit back for nothing, do I lack
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Coronas and Cubans
On the beach, relaxed in my chair just kicked back a little country on the radio feel like I'm in Mexico The blue igloo sweats bikini girl, great assets Panama hat on my head out in the surf, being led Come back in and dry off reach into that icy trough golden bottle, need a lime pop the top tastes just fine back in my chair, with my beer to my buddy, I say cheers Cuban cigar, why fight bite the end and light Take a puff and a sip feels so good on my lips relaxing good, I sit back for nothing, do I lack
jed-johnson
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
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