I am looking for the tree on which girls grow
It is the most beautiful fruit tree, it yields all year round
It is not... the fig tree, spring autumn
br/>I searched it and winter I shook it
No girl has ever fallen out
East girls, easy girls and fresh fruits
Find the tree, bite the fruit
Pretty fruit of paradise, for my reason
No more grasping, only my desires grow
Messenger of the great gourguo
On the paths a almost everywhere
I'm looking for the tree on which girls grow
Easy girls, easy girls and fresh fruits
The peach from a distant country and overheating
It's The trade winds blow, pretty bronzed fruit
It's not the tree bush, the tree of life
I didn't find it
Comm a zuofri, I live in a country
From the tree they have already fallen
Easy girls, easy girls and fresh fruits