This is the story of Don Diego 2000
The man who was gifted with magical dyslexia
Which made him a poetic cowboy tick
Even if he didn't know it, he was like that
I sutured words into his ear
With a incredibly beautiful girl
She had marzipan eyes
He told me solemnly, he was like that
Woahahahaow, Don Diego 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
I loved the little silences puffy
Bursts of suppressed laughter
That we often had with friends
When he cascaded through words
When he is old and looks like Robert Mitchum
And that he is sure of himself, he will tell us no worries
No suicide as he says, no suicide
No one, no one will laugh at him
And everyone will have a pretty smile won over
Put on the lips, it was like that
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000
Woahahahaow, Don Diégo 2000

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