With the smell of Ferragamo,
There is no woman who can resist.
They bring him well embraced,
as if he were an artist.
A super strut
It walks thundering pretty.
If I'm in Guadalajara
saddle sports
I die in the line
and if they thunder are my tales
I do not deny it is fought
with ordinary people
Here I give birth to cheese,
Well, I'm my own boss.
For all I am the Beach,
in case they have the earring
In the way my cousin Richard,
You know what I have suffered.
In the good and in the bad
you have always been with me
We've been nagging him,
from below and up.
I'm not here anymore,
I already got used to the top.
The hum of D.F.
It is the air that I breathe.
Offices I have many,
with the iPhone I organize myself.
my people from Guatemala
the gauchos of Argentina.
I make wool with everyone
and the business is going up.
Burns tire in the streets,
and neigh the horse.
A good pa 'enfiestarme,
being Monday of my type.
I bring warrior blood,
for my father has given it to me.
Where will you be my old man?
I need your scolding.
Since I was a kid
I was raffling it big time.
One day I got on this boat,
I do not plan to go down anymore.
Black is my trust,
It's cracked for the pull.
The beach depresses me,
to stay more details.
With the smell of Ferragamo,
There is no woman who can resist.
They bring him well embraced,
as if he were an artist.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)