VI: Señorita (Final)

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I packed my bags and secured them onto my bike. Looking once last time at the city of Miami, I hopped on and drove off.

I had seen Camila earlier, she was again working at the diner. She looked beautiful still.

I drove and saw a nice lake and decided to stop for a few minutes. Looking onto the water, I thought about this weekend and my brown eyed beauty. I wondered if she was thinking of me like I was her.

Nothing could replace her beauty.

Nothing could replace her touch.

Nothing could replace her kisses

No one could replace my

Señorita










(A/N: {2:53-3:25} andddddd there you have it folks! my little take on the totally hot and steamy music video. anyways. last but most certainly not least. give this a comment, give it a vote and all that ish!)

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