She gonna love him, stoned out of mind all the time
She gonna keep him, stoned out of his mind all the time
She don't see nothing
She just has loving and she keeps on puffing all the time
I keep on praying
She'll just have a flash
She'll hear what I'm saying all the time
Well, she's a stoned woman, baby, it's true
Well, she's a stoned woman
Baby, baby, baby, I don't know, really, what to do
She gonna love him, stoned out of mind all the time
She gonna keep him, stoned out of his mind all the time
She don't see nothing
She just has loving and she keeps on puffing all the time
All the time
I keep on praying
She'll just have a flash
She'll hear what I'm saying all the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
She gonna love him, stoned out of mind all the time
She gonna keep him, stoned out of his mind all the time
She don't see nothing
She just has loving and she keeps on puffing all the time
I keep on praying
She'll just have a flash
She'll hear what I'm saying all the time
Well, she's a stoned woman, baby, it's true
Well, she's a stoned woman
Baby, baby, baby, I don't know, really, what to do
She gonna love him, stoned out of mind all the time
She gonna keep him, stoned out of his mind all the time
She don't see nothing
She just has loving and she keeps on puffing all the time
All the time
I keep on praying
She'll just have a flash
She'll hear what I'm saying all the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
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Mexicanos al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón,
Y retiemble en su centro la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.
Ciña ¡Oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
De la paz el arcángel divino,
Que en el cielo tu eterno destino
Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo.
Piensa ¡Oh Patria querida! que el cielo.
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón,
Y retiemble en su centro la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.
(¡Patria! ¡Oh Patria! tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clarín con su bélico acento
Los convoca a lidiar con valor.
¡Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva;
Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
¡Un laurel para ti de victoria;
Un sepulcro para ellos de honor.
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón,
Y retiemble en su centro la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón