Amate (Spanish: amate [aˈmate] from Nahuatl: āmatl [ˈaːmat͡ɬ]) is a form of bark paper that has been manufactured in Mexico since the pre-Hispanic times. Amate paper was extensively produced and used for both communication, records and ritual during the Aztec Empire; however, after the Spanish conquest, its production was mostly banned and replaced by European paper. Amate paper production never completely died, nor did the rituals associated with it. It remained strongest in the rugged mostly inaccessible mountain areas of northern Puebla and northern Veracruz states, with the small village of San Pablito in Puebla noted its shamans' production of paper with "magical" properties. This ritual paper use drew the attention of foreign academics in the mid-20th century, which alerted the Otomi people of the area of the commercial possibility of the paper. They began to sell it in cities such as Mexico City, where the paper was adopted by Nahua painters from Guerrero to create "new" indigenous craft, which was then promoted by the Mexican government.
Yeah, he looks just like a young Mel Gibson
He's got great cheek bones,
and sure I'll admit it
I wish i saw him first
You've known him now for a whole 2 weeks
do you really think you otta give em that key,
to your apartment
well he could be a good lookin serial killer,
for all you know
He says he comes from money
but he'd rather make it on his own
[CHORUS]
your dreamin to fast
your thinkin with your heart
you got a whole team a horses ahead of your cart
your common sense went south,
your out of control
Dont beleive all you hear (dont)
do all you can (dont)
give all you have (dont)
tell all you know
your gonna bet the farm on romeo
so this summer hes gonna take ya to Paris
and your credit card
bought the clothes he's wearin'
now how does that work..
I do admir your enthusiasm
I'm sure your right when it comes to passion
hes a love machine
do you need to defold all the details of your past
and that sexy picture you gave them,
now whats he gonna do with that
CHORUS
oh dont be mad
I like tattoos
but come on,
do you, really think you need one too