| Sorry if tonight I was fantastic,
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| But tomorrow I wake up unpleasant
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| Sorry for not having an attic,
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| For having made you leave very quickly
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| Excuse me, smoke from my Critical,
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| I can't, I'm in analytics
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| Excuse me if I fit in the music,
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| I forgot that you were the only one,
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| That understands me and does not codify me
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| My brain making popcorn
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| I disconnect and you, beautiful, get irritated,
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| I eat you life, I'm a gourmet
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| With how beautiful you are,
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| Don't buffet me like all the women
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| Look, with how beautiful you are,
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| Why don't we get together and make some babies?
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| And caress me from the front
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| You know that for you I would give,
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| The saint that you wanted
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| To your brother, if you want, he would give it to you
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| It doesn't matter to me to kill myself,
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| That's how I've lived my whole life
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| I wouldn't mind taking off,
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| But I don't want you to be a consentia'
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| Una consentia The accounts come out erratic,
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| When they have always come out automatic
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| I don't know math
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| She helps me, I have her for practice
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| She tells me the amount
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| She calculates what I have to enter.
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| what to buy,
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| What to look for
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| He knows how to launder money.
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| She is with me, she is mine,
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| When we meet, he always deceives me
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| I have told him that I want two girls:
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| One my Manuela and another Rosalía
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| He doesn't trust me
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| I have told him not to taste me
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| Let's start a life together
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| Mommy, don't be surprised
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| And caress me from the front
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| You know that for you I would give,
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| The saint that you wanted
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| To your brother, if you want, I would give it to him
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| It doesn't matter to me to kill myself,
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| That's how I've lived my whole life
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| I wouldn't mind taking off,
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| But I don't want you to be a consentia'
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| a consent |