26 de agosto de 2010

I know a place where the grass is really greener, warm, wet and wild; there must be something in the water. Sippin' gin and juice, laying underneath the palm trees. The boys break their necks try'na to creep a little sneak peek. You could travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast. Once you party with us you'll be falling in love.

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