Na, na, na, na ...
This ticklish I feel in my heart
makes me lose complete reason
rises that rise to all pressure
pass and devastate with the heart
It affects the legs, I can not even dance.
passes by the hands, I can not react
makes you lose concentration
When your lips want to give me your ...
CHORUS:
kisses (kisses), kisses that taste like mint and cinnamon
when I feel your breath (breath)
the soul despairs ... is altered
to the heat of your body and listen to your feelings
that escape to the compasses of your beos (kisses)
kisses that taste like mint and cinnamon
They go down the yard and follow their path.
and reach the navel
and so you start kissing again.
This ticklish I feel in my heart
makes me lose complete reason
rises that rise to all pressure
pass and devastate with the heart
It affects the legs, I can not even dance.
passes by the hands, I can not react
makes you lose concentration
When your lips want to give me your ...
Na, na, na, na ...
CHORUS:
(...........)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)