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It's true that I like good things
Why do you think I'm after you
You just think you're a monument
Here is your perfect man, just for you
It's true that I have rolled up my sleeves even
And with you I want to make an exception
Sometimes I have eaten with tortillas
But this time I prefer, a better dish
And get used to the fact that it is past 12
The window resounds with the band at midnight
I want to see your silhouette in the curtain
I don't care if your neighbor sends the police
And get used to a thousand details, I'm telling you
And tell your parents that they have a new son
That they don't care if I walk crooked or I walk straight
Tell them that I am going to take their daughter to heaven
And get used to that I kiss you in front of fart
If at that moment I tell you that I love you
Because you should know that I have a rock in my chest
Right now I come fart and I want to kiss your mouth
Get used to it, little girl, you love me, it shows...
And get used to the fact that after 12
The window resonates with the band at midnight
I want to see your silhouette in the curtain
I don't care if your neighbor sends the police
And get used to a thousand details, I'm telling you
And tell your parents that they have a new son
That they are not interested If I walk crooked or I walk straight
Tell them that I am going to take their daughter to heaven
And get used to the fact that I kiss you in front of a fart
If at that moment I tell you that I love you
Because you must know that I have a rock on my chest
Right now I'm coming and I want to kiss your mouth
Get used to it, girl, you love me, it's obvious...