| Look At You |
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My oh my, can you save my life?
It doesn't have to mean looking out for me.
Hey now look at you, way cool, on time.
There's no room for Mamacita,
no room for mamacita.
Sit tight she said.
A Ok and that's what she'll say
while falling on the ground, leaves in her hair.
Hey now look at you, way cool, on time.
There's no room for Mamacita,
no room for mamacita...
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