She wants me to dedicate a song to her
Your perfume is on me
It almost feels like your body
The red dress is beautiful
But it's better if I take it off
He says my hands are fine on his neck
Her straight hair but I see wavy hair
And I'm on your friend's dick
That she knows things that perhaps it's better not to tell you
She has a wide hip, white as milk but her ass is Africa
She asks where is my car
She pretends to be unpleasant but I overlook the tactic
She shines like the sun even though she is half moody
You are as beautiful as when Friday arrives
And I see you, laughing, smoking, drinking, dancing
And I think, just a moment
That maybe we should run away from here together
Clouded by smoking and alcohol
Not knowing anything about the other
All this just one night
And I think while you smile at me
That you already seem naked naked naked naked naked
And nothing goes through your head, nothing, nothing
If not to party, a cigarette, glasses of gin
And you already look naked naked naked naked naked
And you don't care anything anything anything anything anything
I would have given you the moon
But you're always confused
This huelebicho is a chota
Don't forget to eat two items
Each Victoria takes off after a derrota
The note unfolds, but you smile and don't lose focus
For the dark, I want to see it naked - uda - uda
What you want to break isn't duda duda duda
To get me back on your skin
She doesn't know how to ask for forgiveness
Callada if stuff comes out
Including 'tando parade en un esquina
Before she cared about the envy of Ajena
But she knows that she loves the league
She has months worth of punishment
Si salt hay sexo, rumba y drink
Now this is my bottle of water
If I can pa ella misma por eso she es la mas querida
That you already seem naked naked naked naked naked
And nothing goes through your head, nothing, nothing
If not to party, a cigarette, glasses of gin
And you already look naked naked naked naked naked
And you don't care anything anything anything anything anything
I would have given you the moon
Just to spend a night with you
The Only Winner, El Proceso