Q' Hubo Bebé

Simon says, says, go for it

Today I woke up and saw your photo again
Even though so much has happened, I still touch you in my dreams
It would drive you crazy if he did it really crazy
That mouth looks so nice, I haven't noticed it in a while

What's up, baby? What's become of you?
It's been a long time since we patched things up
Did that fool come back, or what?

I spend all my time, baby, thinking about you
It's been a long time since we patched things up
Did that fool come back, or what?

And I think every time I smoke
Of how we did it in the backseat, and I feel
That you will return, in time
I said that I forgot you, but I'm lying to myself (i want to have it inside me)

In bed with me, you get elastic
Hot in sex, mami, you're fantastic
Without any romanticizing, she likes it nasty
Natural little body, the baby isn't plastic

What's up, baby? What's become of you?
It's been a long time since we patched things up
Did that fool come back, or what?

I spend all my time, baby, thinking about you
It's been a long time since we patched things up
Did that fool come back, or what?

There are so many memories, you and me dancing against the wall
You get loose with the song I dedicated to you
We were just friends, what a turn of events that made me fall in love
I suffered and cried for this love

I don't know if she has a boyfriend or is single
I can't stop thinking about you, I don't know what you did to me (ah)
In this lustful moment, I want to give it to her on the floor
I'll devour you, today, without asking permission (my love)

I don't know if she has a boyfriend or is single
I can't stop thinking about you, I don't know what you did to me
In this lustful moment, I want to give it to her on the floor
I'll devour you, today, without asking permission

What's up, baby? What's become of you?
It's been a long time since we've patched things up (who's going?)
Did that fool come back, or what?

I spend all my time, baby, thinking about you
It's been a long time since we patched things up
Did that fool come back, or what?

It's the Ghetto Singer
Simon says, says
Tell me, Cancer, oh-oh-oh