Cositas Que Haciamos
Farruko
Things We Used to Do
Baby, it's me
Do you remember me?
Hey cutie, come back to me
I can't forget you
I miss you
Hello
I just call to see how you are
I don't want to bother
I know it's late and it's not the time to call
But I need to talk to you, baby
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy in excess (uh-uh-uh)
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy in excess (uh-uh-uh)
I miss the crazy things we did secretly at your grandmother's house
And when we locked ourselves in the school bathroom
And you kiss my neck and make me hallucinate
I don't forget the mischief we did in the cinema
My hand under your skirt
Kissing your neck and back
How to forget, cutie, when I looked for you in the early morning
And wait for your mom to fall asleep so you could escape
Ready to do with me whatever I wanted
Let's park the car where no one could see us, that
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy in sex (uh-uh-uh)
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy in sex (uh-uh-uh)
Like that time in the back of the car
Where that tough guy caught us
And scared them away
What we were doing, ma' (open the window, baby)
Are things, baby, that are never forgotten
Moments that last with you your whole life
You make it clear in your mind that you will never fly
You will never forget (oh-oh)
I always get jealous when I see you with someone else
I feel like dying and I have to call you
I get desperate, you know I love you
That I can't live without you and I can't forget you (hello)
I just call to see how you are
I don't want to bother
I know it's late and it's not the time to call
But I need to talk to you, baby
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy, in sex (uh-uh-uh)
Because I feel like a prisoner and I miss your kisses
And the things we used to do when we had sex
Mommy in sex (uh-uh-uh)
I hope you understand that I didn't mean to bother
I just called to know about you, I miss you
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