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When the Frog Grows Hairs

WHEN THE FROG GROWS HAIRS To her, my sister Santa Pe Slim and pretty Our mother wanted to marry As soon as possible But she didn't want to do. Forced, she met a boy That he loved her But she didn't even want Nor in photography. As he invited her to Cinema España To see the movie Salon Kitty A luxurious Berlin brothel That the Nazis used as a cover Of espionage and sexual misdeeds In which Helmut Berger works That she loves and adores She accepted the invitation. At midnight they went to the cinema And the very naughty As soon as they sit in the seats Lights out Starting the movie The rogue was going to the chestnut His sword out and outstretched With the intention of penetrating Or that she rubbed it. -Stop right there, stay still, wimpy Santa Pe told him. I know what you want I know where you're going I know what you've come for Do you want to charge the entrance Sticking your sword up my thighs. Go dig chives Or to your mother, fool. I will give you my love When the frog grows hair. He put the sword in his fly Grumpy, sad and heartbroken Left the cinema ting on the mother That Santa Pe gave birth. She was happy, very happy Watching how Helmut Berger ed good girls And, once ed He offered them to German officers. She also saw how Some dwarfs with swastikas on their es ed Jewish prisoners Trying to make them Prostitute agents. Her mother was on the balcony She was on the balcony To see if her daughter came. When she saw her approach the balcony Her mother asked: - How about daughter? How did it go? She happily replied: -Mother, he is the third one that I send for a walk. Nobody is telling me: "Open your clam, Margarita That I want to charge the entrance”. With my clam, mother I don't intend to earn a living.

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