Todo a Cien

You can ask me for the moon, how crazy!
I'm sure I'll bring you some cheese

You can ask me for love, oh what pain!
At the price of meat, I'll settle for a kiss

You are not even the princess of this story
Not even with kisses will you turn me into a frog

There is little that I have
The gold of my time
The flower of my neurons
And of course the moon

There is little that I have
The gold of my time
The flower of my neurons
And of course the moon

And I have known for a long time that the world is not mine nor my home
I go through the rented life
About sex tourism
And if life is an orgy, I'm going for mental masturbation