My oh my, can you save my life?
It doesn't have to mean looking out for me
Hey now look at you, way cool, on time
There's no room for Mamacita
No room for Mamacita
Sit tight she said
A OK and that's what she'll say
While falling on the ground, leaves in her hair
Hey now look at you, way cool, on time
There's no room for Mamacita
No room for Mamacita
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