

Americano, YoMy foot can't sit still Nor can my lips Just shouldn't'ah had my fill Of that Americano, yo!Americano, Yo
Doin' the jitter-jitter bug My spine can't resist Fellin' the tug from that drug In the Americano, yo!
Later, my knee will be sore From endless boincin' toes I'll not be havin' more Of that Americano... yo!
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"A poet can survive everything but a misprint." - Oscar Wilde
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