the night comes
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she gets out of the tub
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she puts on the santonelas
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And the 212 of Carolina Herrera
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She gets dressed and takes her bag
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The disco awaits you
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And save yourself who can
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That the salt pa'fuera is going to form
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hit the track
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Pa' la sandunga is ready
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A sexist is watching over her
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That he already has her on his list
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And she who is a masochist
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She surrendered to his conquest
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And with the smooth talk of an artist
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In an interview she is going to take it
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She leaves
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she wants to enjoy
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You want to have the attention
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that dad maybe she never gave him
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She leaves
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wants to enjoy
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She wants to show everyone
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How does she subject him to the perreo
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She leaves
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wants to enjoy
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She wants to wear sticky clothes
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that in the afternoon she bought herself
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And the guy who has plenty of malice
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She sticks to him and her skin caresses him
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And welcome to the world of sandunguear
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If pet is what she wants
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Well, masacote is what she is going to have
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And the massacote that she is asking for
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She doesn't eat tales and she's going to wrap her up
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If pet is what she asks for
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Well, they are going to give you a masacote
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And the mascot that is asking
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She doesn't eat tales and she's going to kill her |
follow the chill
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And she goes on down
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The guy brought him a drink
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Convincing her has not been a job
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They are going to talk in private
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where it is not lit
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And pulling everything to one side
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Passionate to all go
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a group arrives
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Trigger the guy
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Because in the street he is a rogue
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And now they are looking for him to hit the light bulb
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And thus guillao de skorillo
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She doesn't know the hammer is coming
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And that simple and simple
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Inside the disco things are
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She leaves
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she wants to enjoy
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She does not imagine that she by her side
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She has a type that is already going to die
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She leaves
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wants to enjoy
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She does not imagine that she will be there right now
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In the middle of a firefight
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She leaves
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wants to enjoy
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Can't imagine the candle
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Of the gust that is going to come
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And while she surrenders to him in his arms
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Her ears are heard plumbing
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And welcome to the world of sandunguear
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If pet is what she wants
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Well, masacote is what she is going to have
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And the massacote that she is asking for
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She doesn't eat tales and she's going to wrap her up
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If pet is what she asks for
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Well, they're going to give you a masacote
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And the mascot that is asking |
He doesn't eat story and he's going to kill her
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If pet is what she wants
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Well, masacote is what she is going to have
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And the massacote that she is asking for
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He doesn't eat a story and he's going to wrap it up
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If pet is what she asks for
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Well, they're going to give you a masacote
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And the mascot that is asking
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He doesn't eat story and he's going to kill her |