I have a sinful genius that won't leave me
Only that it roams the flesh around morality
But in the will with which I deny devotion I give
All the magic
All my salt
is more accurate since everything is a salad
In the same vein runs love and will
If there is no meat, the heart will not eats nothing
Thinks he's pure
He doesn't have the gift of
Thinking
It only makes sense that everything is like this
Thinking
And see that everything has the same end
If I am not attracted to a way of feeling I am
Worse than the dog and the black goat
And if today I want someone I pay the same bill
But in the fever
The sweetness comes
That male excels in speaking softly
Be careful, female in your new affair
Whoever speaks white keeps black under his tongue
And you feel gray
You don't have the gift of
Thinking
It only makes sense that everything is like this
Thinking
And see that everything has the same end
That hand
Follow my hand
Wander alone
Follow the condition
A day without
Soon I'll be with
Woman is god
Dancing is good

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