Todo a Cien
Fito & Fitipaldis
All to a Hundred
You can ask me for the moon, what madness!
I'll make sure to bring you a cheese
You can ask me for love, oh what pain!
At the price meat is, I'll settle for a kiss
You're not the princess of this tale
Nor will kisses turn me into a frog
I have little
The gold of my time
The flower of my neurons
And of course the moon
I have little
The gold of my time
The flower of my neurons
And of course the moon
And I've known for a while that the world is not mine nor my home
I pass through life on rent
Sex tourism
And if life is an orgy, I'll go for mental masturbation
