La Calabaza
La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho
The Pumpkin
With a kiss from her mouth
She made my loves dream
The Indian was passionate
And now he suffers for loves
Her mouth tasted like apple
I still remember its flavors
The foolish forgetful
Has denied him for being poor
Why do you leave taking smells
There has always been an Indian for love matters
Why are you fake like a pumpkin
Anyone can poke you and then you scratch
Why do you have too many feelings
As long as there is money involved
But this Indian has what you don't worth
He has strong arms to rise
And when he rises
He never picks up what others have picked up before
Why do you leave taking smells
There has always been an Indian for love matters
Why are you fake like a pumpkin
Anyone can poke you and then you scratch
Why do you have too many feelings
As long as there is money involved
But this Indian has what you don't worth
He has strong arms to rise
And when he rises
He never picks up what others have picked up before
And when he rises
He never picks up what others have picked up before
