Rafinha & Pizarro Reverse
Every Saturday night I get,Dressed up to ride for you, baby.
Cruising down the street on,Hollywood and Vine for you, baby.
You count the damn few times…that we have been together in nearly 20 years, and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on…and then you ask me about Mexico. And then you tell me you kill me for needing something that I don’t hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it get…And I’m not you. I can’t…make it on a couple of high-altitude fu*ks once or twice a tear…You are too much for me, Ennis…Son of a horsing bitch… I wish I knew how to quit you. —— From Brokeback Mountain