Materialismo Sexual

I don't care about your voice, just the shape of your nose
The body and beauty of a cold mannequin
How glorious you look at night next to me
It doesn't matter if you have the brain of a peanut
You fit me well, you match my sex appeal
You deserve my gaze and the bulge in my jeans

After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism

You need me, I'm quite a figure
I stand out among the riffraff around here
You're truly beautiful, don't go elsewhere
It would be a waste if you're not with me
I like you, we have a future
Never look at anyone, let them look at you

After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism

We're together, the two of us with this atrocious wing
The girls envy me, the playboys envy me
You fit me well, you match my sex appeal
You deserve my gaze and the bulge in my jeans

I don't care about your voice, just the shape of your nose
The body and beauty of a cold mannequin
How glorious you look at night next to me
It doesn't matter if you have the brain of a peanut

After all, it's sexual materialism
After all, it's sexual materialism

The bus tunnel

I'll wait for you down in the bus tunnel
I'll wait for you dressed in black and blue
Today I want it to be a special date
We'll go silently in the darkness

And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (repeat)

I must know which one of them you are
I want you with your bamboo earrings
We must be discreet when looking
So no one knows we're going to love each other

And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (3 times)

There's no strength left to stand
I can't see the light of your honey on skin
We've lost all signals
That's how you leave from here

And we'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything (repeat)

We'll talk about love
We'll converse about love
We'll go to a corner
Where you can't see anything, we'll converse about love
We'll converse about love, we'll converse about love
And we'll talk about love, we'll go to a corner
We'll go to a corner, we'll converse about love
We'll converse about love...

The king of ah ah ah

Years ago, there was a princess who couldn't live
Without making ah ah ah
She used to sleep in a super king-size bed with a thousand soldiers
And a grand orchestra
They played yes, they played without stopping so no one would hear
The fierce ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha

A cool troubadour passed by, wearing a sock
Right in the area ah
He heard the moaning that gave away the climax
He took off the sock and decided to climb
He climbed up to the big window and discovered the stained glass
He said, 'Now it's my turn, the king of ah ah ah'
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha

The princess saw him and ordered him to rest
'Let's see, good troubadour, what are you going to teach me?'
He took off his coat and combed his hair back
And ordered the orchestra to play a more brutal rhythm, hey
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha

She started to applaud
And the cool troubadour
Thought to himself
'What will she give me now?'
The princess asked for a total bow
Because she was going to marry the troubadour
The troubadour said no to the crown
For he was born to be the king of ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha

They played yes, they played without stopping
So no one would hear the fierce ah ah ah
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha
Uh ah ah ha