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Spanish Feels Video (MV)




Performed By: The Beef Boys
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: George Dalle-Molle
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The Beef Boys - Spanish Feels Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh
Don't you dare vosotros with me, woman
Only in special countries do we vosotros
Classic views and classy places
Taking me back to the days
Just wishing I could be with the español
That you'd go back to the birth control
Thinking 'bout Latinas and where they are
Hoping on ojala will bless you in the stars
You're gone for good, yeah, you ain't coming back
You know we got The Beef Boys on the track
I'm sorry I can't reach you, yeah I'm sorry that you left
But I gotta move on, and forget of your theft
They say the grass is always greener, but I feel color blind
I look up to the stars, and I just miss you with humankind
You taught me grace, elegance, how to conjugate
But now you ain't here, it seems I'm putting checkmate
There's no chance of survival, no chance of remorse
'Cause without no guidance, I'd be let off course
Best for you to go, with your curly hair
I stare into your eyes with deep despair
Drink that Paul's Coffee, don't ever look behind
I got no choice, but to feel denied
I apologize, but it's in my best interest
I move on, Mike Wazowski once said, "Go to Taiwan"
Please forgive me, maestra, I know you're upset
I can assure you, though, you ain't got no debts
As the years went on, I realize how greedy I was
To complain about my everlasting love
Best part of my day, was saying goodbye
So why is it that I leave forever, just to cry
I can't succeed, you're gonna watch me fail
Perhaps I can get into some blackmail
Yes, I'll go to Chili's, hang with the fellas
I'll stand butt-naked, and make 'em quite jealous
Thinking 'bout Latinas and where they are
Hoping ojala will bless you in the stars
You're gone for good, yeah, you ain't coming back
Now I'm left with just me, it's out of wack
I'm imprisoned in my own state of mind
This isn't me, this road in which will unwind
I just wanna go back, to Spanish
Eat some yams, and call it trash
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English

Uh, uh, uh
Don't you dare vosotros with me, woman
Only in special countries do we vosotros
Classic views and classy places
Taking me back to the days
Just wishing I could be with the español
That you'd go back to the birth control
Thinking 'bout Latinas and where they are
Hoping on ojala will bless you in the stars
You're gone for good, yeah, you ain't coming back
You know we got The Beef Boys on the track
I'm sorry I can't reach you, yeah I'm sorry that you left
But I gotta move on, and forget of your theft
They say the grass is always greener, but I feel color blind
I look up to the stars, and I just miss you with humankind
You taught me grace, elegance, how to conjugate
But now you ain't here, it seems I'm putting checkmate
There's no chance of survival, no chance of remorse
'Cause without no guidance, I'd be let off course
Best for you to go, with your curly hair
I stare into your eyes with deep despair
Drink that Paul's Coffee, don't ever look behind
I got no choice, but to feel denied
I apologize, but it's in my best interest
I move on, Mike Wazowski once said, "Go to Taiwan"
Please forgive me, maestra, I know you're upset
I can assure you, though, you ain't got no debts
As the years went on, I realize how greedy I was
To complain about my everlasting love
Best part of my day, was saying goodbye
So why is it that I leave forever, just to cry
I can't succeed, you're gonna watch me fail
Perhaps I can get into some blackmail
Yes, I'll go to Chili's, hang with the fellas
I'll stand butt-naked, and make 'em quite jealous
Thinking 'bout Latinas and where they are
Hoping ojala will bless you in the stars
You're gone for good, yeah, you ain't coming back
Now I'm left with just me, it's out of wack
I'm imprisoned in my own state of mind
This isn't me, this road in which will unwind
I just wanna go back, to Spanish
Eat some yams, and call it trash
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Writer: George Dalle-Molle
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