Rimmel

I met her in a nightclub
While she danced, she looked at me dryly
With her lips she told me to take a walk
And she told me she was involved in a relationship
But her boyfriend doesn't value her and that's why she lets go
And she has no feelings, and if she does, she doesn't show them
The only condition she set for me is that her heart is not on sale

Tell me, if all he does is make your mascara run
And I make you sing in bed without tuning
She wants us to light up together and my eyes narrow
With so many secrets she has, she has a Guinness Record

I told her: I don't know about you, but I don't want to talk about love
She says she doesn't either, but little by little she started to doubt
From night to morning she changed
Changed cheap clothes for all Christian Dior
She didn't know I made music, and she uploaded my song
I don't understand what she intends, what are her intentions

To whisper my songs in her ear
Or maybe she thinks I have money
I don't know what she thinks, but what she does with me
In the end, it confuses me
She used to talk about her boyfriend
Now she always asks for one before I leave
And when she sees me, she doesn't know how to say goodbye

Tell me, if all he does is make your mascara run
And I make you sing in bed without tuning
She wants us to light up together and my eyes narrow
With so many secrets she has, she has a Guinness Record

Nothing to hide between you and me
Neither of us can resist pride
That little ass, mommy, is yours
If we haven't seen each other in a while, she comes to the studio
Take it easy, if you flow, I flow
Tell me, come alone listening to Soliá
Rolling through the city, a few too many drinks
She no longer thinks about him, only thinks about me and nothing else

And she acts tough
Although she changes when we're in the dark
She smokes and the high lasts her three hours
She says she doesn't like twerking
But she always says she dances 'Con Altura'
Rosalía's song, wallet full and soul empty
Lights up a hash joint and another one of Mary
And she trusts me less and less

Tell me, if all he does is make your mascara run
And I make you sing in bed without tuning
She wants us to light up together and my eyes narrow
With so many secrets she has, she has a Guinness Record

Quevedo with Linton (oh-oh-oh-oh)
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Bluefire hey-hey
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