With a chocolate milk cure
And a smoke
On Calle de Atocha
This polka dot dress belleza
Eyed me at the parada
De autobús
She walked over and asked
For one
I pulled out the pack
Dropped my pen
Then my sunglasses
And mentioned
'No habla Español'
She lit and with ease
And that dress she smiled
and said
'Enjoy your breakfast.'
I did.
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