Te Voy A Comé Tor El Buyuyu

Sweat, liters of sweat pouring down my
Forehead,
Every time I touch your legs,
With those curves you got,
Girl, so tender.

Damn, I had to give it to you if you knew
Where I hang my towels,
Wet and the robe,
Every time I think about your body.

And I’m hotter than a
Bingo hall’s fryer. And I’m
More fired up than the stick
Of a churro stand. And I’m
More wild than the spout of a
Water jug. So start running
'Cause I’m warning you...

I’m gonna eat you up!!
Two eggs, I’m gonna whip up with a
Little bit of grated bread, and I’m gonna
Coat you from head to toe
So I can take bites out of you later.

My neck gets all tight
Like corduroy pants every
Time I see you, my veins pop out
And I always get the
Urge.