Paco Yo Te Quiero Un Taco

I met the man of my life at a panties sale
How beautiful that moment when our eyes met
Even though now you left me more abandoned than the sole of a shoe
I swear to the posh Indian
That I want you a taco, paco, paco

My lips miss the hairs of your mustache
You left me for a bottle blonde

I miss your wolf-like chest
Your breath mixed with tobacco
Paco, I want you a taco

I miss your tongue giving me licks
Maybe that's why I have your picture full of spit

I miss your wolf-like chest
Your breath mixed with tobacco
Paco, I want you a taco

You always wore my underwear
But I didn't care
You always took my razor
And when we made love, I'll never forget
That I couldn't sit for over a month

You always wore my underwear
But I didn't care
You always took my razor
And when we made love, I'll never forget
That I couldn't sit for over a month

My hands miss your dark and black hair
Even my paco had beautiful ass hairs

I miss your wolf-like chest
Your breath mixed with tobacco
Paco, I want you a taco

Paco I want you a taco
Paco, paco I want you a taco