Sync Different

Yo no comprendoPorque las mujeres me dicen tremendoSi ando tranquiloYo no me meto con nadie en la calle
Ella me buscaE porque ella quiereque la luzcame quiere meter en problema si ya me contaron que ella es asíque tiene otro tipoque le da papelesel tipo le da de toy ella no lo quiereahora me busca a mi dice que yo se lo hago asíque quiere quedarse pa darme un hijo pa mí que ella quieredejarme jodíoNo quieres soltar ni aquí ni allá
No quieres soltar ni aquí ni alláyo no te odiopor lo que tu hace ese tu problema si son 8 tipocogiste tu lucha con las 8 cremayo ando tranquiloando con lo míoyo no pedí que volvierasaquí no vengas con problemastienes otro tipo que te da papeles el tipo te da de to y ya no lo quieres

On the
dance floor I can see your body
The way
you move is not like everybody
There’s
a fire in the distanceA sense
of dangerous decadence
You are
playing with my heartbeatCan’t
you see I want to feel the heatBy the
blue sea, a chocolate ice-creamI want
the sun, I want to make you scream
Take
your time, take your time, take your time
There’s
no rushKeep
your cool, keep your cool, keep your cool
Right
now you blush
The more
you hide, the better I can guess (how you feel) The
more I run away, the stronger we can get (together)By the
swimming pool I see your face
By my
side in an exotic placeI’m
thinking, how can it all be so fine ?
Maybe
this trip is all in my mindYou’re
concealing your strong desireIt’s
in your eyes I can tell you’re not a liar
The
floor is hot, everybody’s dancingTo the
beat of your heart, blossomingTake
your time, take your time, take your time
There’s
no rushKeep
your cool, keep your cool, keep your cool
Right
now you blushThe more
you hide, the better I can guess (how you feel)
The more
I run away, the stronger we can get (together)Take
your time, take your time, take your time
There’s
no rushKeep
your cool, keep your cool, keep your cool
Right
now you blushThe more
you hide, the better I can guess
The more
I run away, the stronger we can getMaybe
the story will end in tearsMaybe
there will be a boy between usDon’t
want to know, just danceDon’t
want to hear about it, just dance, dance, now

That make your little worldA bit different

KeithKeith
Keith Cunnilingham
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The rise and fall of Keith