She took off her stockings
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I held 'em to my face
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She had your ankles
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I felt filled with grace
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"Two hundred dollars straight in
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Two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said
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She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
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And sat in front of me on the bed
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She said, "Honey, how's that feel
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Do you want me to go slow?"
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My eyes drifted out the window
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And down to the road below
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I felt my stomach tighten
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As the sun bloodied the sky
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And sliced through hotel blinds
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I closed my eyes
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Sunlight on the Amatitlan
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Sunlight streaming through your hair
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In the Valle de dos Rios
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The smell of mock orange filled the air
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We rode with the vaqueros
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Down into cool rivers of green
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I was sure the work and the smile coming out 'neath your hat
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Was all I'll ever need
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Somehow all you ever need's
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Never quite enough you know
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You and I, Maria, we learned it's so
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She slipped me out of her mouth
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"You're ready," she said
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She took off her bra and panties
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Wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
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And crawled over me on the bed
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She bought me another whisky
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Said "here's to the best you ever had"
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We laughed and made a toast
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It wasn't the best I ever had
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Not even close
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Reno
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Bruce Springsteen |