Cómo Lidiar Con la Fama

It's not a good idea to get on well with the devil
You can't even imagine what's like having manners
Seems so innocent, could rip of your heart and
Spit baby spit your intentions develop yeah
Uh-uh-uh-uh oh oh
Uh-uh-uh-uhh no no no hey
Uh-uh-uh-uhh no no no
Put it on, I'll rip it off, ask me to be gentle
Left right left right, let's come back to the center
Push my chest, don't be shy, until I have no air
Don't get scared if my eyes turn in to a fire red
Uh-uh-uh-uh oh oh
Uh-uh-uh-uhh no no no hey
Uh-uh-uh-uhh oh ohh
Look into my eyes, I see the sunlight in your pupils
If you don't want me angry then stop making excuses
I like your lips well I like you
Then don't look so surprised, you know?
Be careful what you say to me, don't make me regret, oh
I'm trying to convince you then
Don't act like you don't know about it
You know the cushions over there
Crying like a baby when you push
Push, push, push, push, push
Push my breast darling
No-oh-ohh
You have to push my breast
You push my breast, you push my breast



Credits
Writer(s): Alma Vega, Ani Ovando, Delfina Horianski, Humberto Salvador, Roy Ruiz
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