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She was only seventeen In a town called Mexicali Purple lipstick, hair dyed green Wouldn't let her leave without me And she liked things obscene That I won't talk about here But her **** you wouldn't believe, So I had to keep her around... **My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Her eyes lit up When I lit up My marijuana girl My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Smoky dreams and tequila screams...** ...My Marijuana Girl... She was a wild thing indeed Life carried by the wind A little wink is all she needs To drive a holy man to sin My bloodshot eyes were hypnotized My head started to spin She can blow you up or calm your heart Like nitroglycerine **My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Her eyes lit up When I lit up My marijuana girl My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Smoky dreams and tequila screams...** ...My Marijuana Girl... *Mi chica marijuana My marijuana girl*
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Marijuana Girl
She was only seventeen In a town called Mexicali Purple lipstick, hair dyed green Wouldn't let her leave without me And she liked things obscene That I won't talk about here But her **** you wouldn't believe, So I had to keep her around... **My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Her eyes lit up When I lit up My marijuana girl My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Smoky dreams and tequila screams...** ...My Marijuana Girl... She was a wild thing indeed Life carried by the wind A little wink is all she needs To drive a holy man to sin My bloodshot eyes were hypnotized My head started to spin She can blow you up or calm your heart Like nitroglycerine **My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Her eyes lit up When I lit up My marijuana girl My marijuana girl, my marijuana girl Smoky dreams and tequila screams...** ...My Marijuana Girl... *Mi chica marijuana My marijuana girl*
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
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