Bar De Pu
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Bar Of Pu
I met her in a bar of pu, of pu, pure reggae
I approached her and invited her to dance
I couldn't help but look at her fears, her fears, her fears
I told her: Today I'm going to shake you
While she danced, she moved her body
She said: Let's leave this bar, fool
I told her: What you want is to see, to see, to see me outside
But you have to tell me
While we were dancing, her father arrived and hit me
He pulled her by the arm and took her away
I shouted at him not to be a bad fa, bad fa, bad father
And that's how my pol was damaged
My controversial love
Old mari, old mari, old mari
Old marshal
Go to the mi, go to the mi, go to the mi
Go to that mass
And don't jo, don't jo, don't improve our relationship
Because of that old ca, old tiresome
Who wants to make me angry in pu, in public
But you have to tell me
While we were dancing, her father arrived and hit me
He pulled her by the arm and took her away
I shouted at him not to be a bad fa, bad fa, bad father
And that's how my pol was damaged
My controversial love