I write you songs, you show your skin, your body moves on, body after body, its just a game, during evenings and nights.

You should come to my place, I get bored wothout you, you make me smile, my skin misses you all the time, its a body aic, not a childs life.

I have the fire, you spanish guy, make me smile, you just want to do it, everywhere, you are keen, making women to make noise, and move.

FA, its your life, you want to tease me, you have everything, still you have time, to feed me, you want to see people, between the sheets.