| That kiss from your mouth that tastes like fresh fruit
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| That she escaped from your lips and got into my head
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| That kiss I dream of when sorrows lie in wait for me
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| That takes me to the same sky and returns me to earth
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| And who prays, prays, who prays, and although there is no longer a cure
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| May the memory of her kisses from her drive me to madness
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| That you are my spoiled one, the little girl of my eyes
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| The one that sweetens my life, the one that calms my anger
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| The one who gets prettier when I take her to a party
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| The one who always lies down in my bed with the angels
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| And let them say on the radio that I really love you
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| Let them say it in the newspapers and after the novel
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| And on a sign that says that like you there is no one
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| Let them say it in China, let them say it on the Moon
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| Guarare
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| Guarare
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| I will guararé, I will guararé, I will guararé
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| Oh, I'll go
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| Guarare
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| Don't forget me, I won't forget you
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows
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| Yes, yes, yes, that this love is so deep
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| That you are my spoiled and that the whole world knows |