Corazón

Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take

Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake

Sipping on summer ale in September sun

Jump in the backseat where we had some fun

Cruise out on the boat to the house of stilts

Kiss me underneath till the passion wilts

Never will I find another crazy lady

Putting up wooden houses in Haiti

Closing up your eyes when you drink too much

Open up your thighs cause you like my touch

I want to grow old on Brazilian beaches

Getting tan, in the sand, with your two ripe peaches