Gloria Trevi las pequenas cosas

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I get out of bed, late
what joy, another day is born
And the sun is insolent
it gets into every corner
the clock didn't strike today
thank you for that favor
I comb my hair
believe it or not
I see in the mirror
that I'm not so ugly
I go to the kitchen, I open the refrigerator
the milk is gone, I drink whatever
I open the window and let the sun touch me...
What a joy, another day, live
on the radio, a voice sings to me
And I wake him up
Very good morning love!
Wake up sleepyhead
I'm unfaithful to you with the sun
I light a cigarette, even though I shouldn't
He shouts at me, 'Leave it!'
I invite him to try
he's like a child
I know what his idea is
I can't resist
let him do whatever he wants
if later of everything, all I want is
The little things every day
are the big things I have in life
warm arms
a cold night
br/>a full moon
what delicious food!
a kiss in the cinema and another where the sun doesn't shine...
His heat is an extension of the sun...
his kisses shine only in me here...
And the sun is insolent
it enters every corner
the clock did not strike today
thank you for that favor
The little things of every day
are the great things I have in life
warm arms
a cold night
a full moon
what delicious food!
a kiss in the cinema and another where the sun doesn't shine...

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