La Papaya

Papayas
Melons
Raspberries
I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this

I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this

She's crazy to finish
I can't fit more photos on my phone
She doesn't look at me because she's mad
She entered my heaven, mommy, what's up

More and more oh
More and more ah
More and more dawn
More and more day
More and more fresh
More and more flash
More and more boom boom ki boom ka

I'm your Chinese and your hypermarket
I'm your square, mommy, I'm your ford
I'm your twenty-cent ice cream
Cure those lips and suck the stick

Seven times seven, forty-nine
That crazy girl asks me the tables
She leaves me on Friday, talks to me on Saturday
And I'm in Santo Domingo, devil

I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this

I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this

Mommy doesn't remember, crazy
I love you, me neither
What's left if the photo is erased?
Puma shirt, Lotto pants

You already bought my vote
You sank my fleet and see that I float
You already did the octopus thing
Red tongue, torn tracksuit

In school I want your ball
You're the most popular, I'm the biggest idiot
And you passed me the note
Under the table, the broken class

I had breakfast with your mouth
I made you queen, horse, and jack
I already made you a bitch and a saint
I watered your plants, cleaned your boots

She doesn't remember the smell of my clothes
Of course she remembers but she pretends to be crazy
Of course she manages but she doesn't pilot
I have the beach, all the crazy beach

Mommy, she doesn't remember me anymore, or what?
I have a fruit here, saved for you

I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this

I have the papaya and it asks me for guaraná
Tell me, what do you want from me?
She's capricious, I don't know where she'll be
But it moves like this