Mayonesa
King Africa
Mayonnaise
Clapping hands, up and up, and the chorus that starts saying
Whip it with chocolate, uuhh, whip it, whip it, whip it
Chocolate
A tattoo on her back
Black mini skirt, shoes and top
Mysterious, she was dancing
I was watching her since she arrived
Suddenly her gaze
Got stuck in my eyes
Holding the gaze
She approached and without saying anything
She grabbed my face tightly
And dragged me to the dance floor
Mayonnaise, she stirs me up like making mayonnaise
Everything I had drunk quickly went to my head
Mayonnaise, she stirs me up like making mayonnaise
I don't even know my name, or where I live (or where I live) and I don't care.
