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You're a vintage redBeef well fedYou're the Tuscan sunYou're the only oneBut all I really want, you seeIs to know you through to some degree You're the mountain airAll things fair You are Pointe Tofino, San Marino, Monte Carlo, Grand CasinoBut all I really want, you knowIs to know you through and take it slow for a whileYou are everything to meThe last decree, the guaranteeAnd I would go back undergroundIf ever you were not aroundYou're a cashmere sweaterHandwritten letterYou are blond on blond, but a whole lot betterAnd all I really want from youIs a bit of time where time is juLetras de cancionesYou're a damn good readI think we'd all agreethat there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceedSo all I think that's left to sayIs you're not half bad, hell, you're okayTo meYou are everything to meThe last decree, the guaranteeAnd I would go back undergroundIf ever you were not around[x3] From Letras Mania