Hola

Hello, how are you? How are you doing?
What a vulgar phrase
With which I am going to introduce myself

When in the distance I hear a gong
I know you are there
And one way or another
You will surely come closer to me

I want to get to know you
Would you trade a little bit of my luck?
Follow the current
The impulse of your skin never lies to you (aah)

The disk of my mind resents your heart
The record of your heart, the record of your heart
Don't you see that we need to end up in a room?
Invite me to your room, now!

If it has nothing to do with it
For God's sake, excuse me
I don't even know how I had the nerve

To propose to me what to do
At first glance
It's so easy to say
It's not going to be that easy to make happen

I want to get to know you
Would you trade a little bit of my luck?
Follow the current
The impulse of your skin never lies to you (aah)

The disk of my mind resents your heart
The record of your heart, the record of your heart
Don't you see that we need to end up in a room?
Invite me to your room! Invite me to your room!

Let's move on to the good stuff
Get rid of your clothes
And tell me: Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Sweetheart, I beg you
Shake my mouth and tell me: Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Follow the current
The impulse of your skin never lies to you (aah)
The disk of my mind resents your heart
The impulse of your skin never lies to you

The record of your heart, the record of your heart

Invite me to your room, now!

The record of your heart, the record of your heart
The record of your heart, the record of your heart
The record of your heart, the record of your heart
The record of your heart, the record of your heart

Let's move on to the good stuff
Get rid of your clothes
Sweetheart, I beg you
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Sweetheart, I beg you
Shake my mouth and tell me: Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Let's move on to the good stuff