BENGALA

There’s no us, there never was an us
Just you in my pictures (pictures, pictures)
I know you’re with someone else, says she loves another
(But she wants a little more from me)

Tell me what you’re doing here, so many glances
The heat with you ignites like a firecracker
Your boyfriend doesn’t realize that you’re here
The funny thing is you’re not mine, he doesn’t have to find out

The heat with you is always straight to the point
I’ll take off your shirt, I’ll hit it with the Ferragamo (ah-ah)
I’ll take your curves without the handbrake
You don’t put your hand up when you ask me from the side
I don’t have to look for you, but if I have to do it
I’ll charge you my share, I’m gonna give it to you hard
Those eyes of yours scream let’s escape somewhere (somewhere-somewhere)

You say you won’t come back and I feel like you’re lying
Lying like always (oh-uh-ah)
You say you won’t come back and I feel like you’re lying
Lying like always (uh-oh-uh-oh)

Tell me what you’re doing here, so many glances
The heat with you ignites like a firecracker
Your boyfriend doesn’t realize that you’re here
The funny thing is you’re not mine, he doesn’t have to find out
Tell me what you’re doing here, so many glances
The heat with you ignites like a firecracker
Your boyfriend doesn’t realize that you’re here
The funny thing is you’re not mine, he doesn’t have to find out

I only remember her back
Natural girl, she doesn’t have any implants (implants)
She likes my style, my attitude
Transcendent bitch, I’m not a singer
I’m all crazy, a couple of molly in the glass
I go in without a condom, without the pull-out
Fact, done
Hit me with that more
Yeah, 'cause it’s in the, –'cause it’s in the, –'cause it’s in the