Lyrics:
smell the mahogany and the smoke From the flavoured cigar, a Cuban elder man tokes from I'm waiting on a date, but she won't come The Askania on my wrist
smell the mahogany and the smoke From the flavoured cigar, a Cuban elder man tokes from I'm waiting on a date, but she won't come The Askania on my wrist
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