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Shes my latin girl . I was on the beach,yeah,I was on vacation . I was doing nothing,I was just sitting patient. Then you walked by you caught my eye. I said whos this girl? Shes looking super fly hey Miss beautiful ,Ive never seen you before. And I would like to be the one show you I am cool at all. hey little mama ,what you got on ya? looking so good. And I just want cha telephone ya. Shes my latin girl.
午后，初看歌词，弦犹在耳，很自然的会被自我营造的乡村音乐氛围所感染。guitar弹奏下悠扬舒缓的曲风，随音乐娓娓道来的唱词，缓缓入耳、入心脾…那会是一种略带沙哑的低音，在拨片的配合下，漾起几分洒脱，些许不羁。一份淡然的情绪随乐声流泻……"I would like to be the one show you I am cool at all."眼前浮现记忆的略影，影像逐渐清晰，却又渐近模糊……窗外，风铃吟动，轻轻曳着思绪的弧线。已不可再去怀想那份全然的热情。那被时光剪裁的，却不会被其遗忘的深刻。又或者，当一种与生俱来却又深藏的热情，在被某种物质唤醒后，突然的丧失，淬火一般，是否又会成为一种更为深邃的孤独？亦如婴儿呱呱坠地时稚嫩而模糊的掌纹，随岁月的流转而愈渐清晰可触。那么，这种孤独会否相伴一世？
黄昏，迷醉。镜中，我看到一张青春而深沉的脸，被时光漂白的微笑。恣意笑过，若干天前，自己在人群中狂欢，愉悦无比……晚间，找到这首歌，奔放动感的乐声响起，不禁愕然…… 总有些想象在脑海，记忆跃然于时光的转角，大抵也仅是因了自己的意愿而已。
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