(feat. Yotuel)
The bell rang and the weekend is visible
Dressed, in a suit, wild lust under my skin.
Yes God, the apple was there to bite.
br/>Oh god, little one, hug each other until dawn.
The party is here, for your little mouth
all night, all day.
Let's go bathe on the shore
the tide is choppy-ita-ita.
A little bite [x3]
of your little mouth.
A little bite [x3]
of your little mouth.
Your lips, my teeth,
Crispy bite, delicious cake.
Fire in your pupils, your body exudes tequila and honey.
Yes, God, the apple was meant to be bitten.
/>Oh God, little one, hug each other until dawn.
The party is here, for your little mouth
all night, all day.
Let's go bathe on the shore
br/>the tide is choppy-ita-ita.
A little bite [x3]
of your little mouth.
A little bite [x3]
of your little mouth.
[Yotuel:]
I want to think that you're not real.
It seems natural, lethal to me, that's how you start dancing.
You don't stop when you start sweating.
Let's go low, to feel your flow.
It keeps you in tension, without lowering the pressure.

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