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Once I met a girl named Taco in the McDonald’s parking lot
She had great tattoos
And she didn’t get very ruffled I saw
She liked art, was a student at the university
I thought she might be an angel of some sort
With curly hair and eating a cheeseburger. She was mad about the pickles
I was sitting on the curb by then
It was too hot to think straight at all. I had my clarinet as if to maybe make some sort of music.
she gave me a cigarette and we smoked
That was her real name... Taco
I thought she might have been an angel of some sort
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