Papelitos

Little papers...
Underneath the seat
Darling...
You tell me how much you love me
I tell you...
Underneath the seat
To send...
Oxygen to my soul
Yeah!!

In math class I die daily
Without knowing what an imaginary number is for
You sit in the classroom
On the other side
And I can't wait until recess
It's driving me crazy
Someone touches my leg
And even my face turns red
When passing me a little paper that smells like your perfume.

Little papers...
Underneath the seat
Darling...
You tell me how much you love me
I tell you...
Underneath the seat
To send...
Oxygen to my soul

At the end of the day I'm desperate
In the middle of an equation I'll tell you how much I love you
You stand up in the classroom and keep talking
About the feudal society
That has me tired
I don't want to read more stories
I just want to study you
Give me the science of your kisses
To caress you.

Little papers...
Underneath the seat
Darling...
You tell me how much you love me
I tell you...
Underneath the seat
To send...
Oxygen to my soul

I want to burn, I want to burn
Give me your air from your body
I want to burn, I want to burn
And your waist moves forward
I want to burn, I want to burn
My brunette give me your air
I want to burn, I want to burn
Beautiful Latina I want your air