At a dance in San Vicente all the black men
Were hot for a stud
And the black man with the pipe face, the spiciest one
Approached him for a debate
He said "come here, gringura, hold on
Tight to my waist, let's dance"
And in the midst of the elbows, the shoves
The kicks, they started
And after the fifth song, the necking started
Here comes the neck, there it goes
They danced all night, the sea in a car, a kiss comes, a smile goes
An outpouring of heat that without censorship both knew how to express
And before such a desire, seeing that people were looking ugly, they were doing badly
He said "look gringuita, I'm shy
Let's go to the dark and continue there"
And without even hesitating, the gringa
Headed straight with a very straight step for the reserved one

The gringa was very strong, she was very hot and pipe face couldn't take it anymore
A wild look with a tattoo that went from the navel to the beyond
A little white pants that revealed that those songs were tuned
And two lanterns for eyes that she at her whim lit with her blinking
The guy had experience, he said
"Gringa sex is my science come here"
He gave her a passionate kiss, put his hand
On the side without asking
A snort in the ear and it was the trigger
Of such a barbarity
And she taking out the hand said
"Let's go straight to the point but not here
At home there is more comfort, get on
The renoleta that in a first we are already there"

That fierce section of testosterones in which hormones took part
Of the beautiful art of the neck kiss put the seal on that night
After the car everything was going to be phenomenal

They arrived at the shack, he went straight to take
A shower so as not to stink
Neither slow nor lazy, she went to the fridge, looked for soda
And went to bed
And the guy once clean came out of the bathroom already naked
To start
And at the moment of consummation
But what happened?
Nobody's perfect
Nobody's perfect
Everything that goes up comes down but not everything that comes down goes up
Nobody's perfect
Nobody's perfect
To pipe face the truth is that gravity beat him
Nobody's perfect
Nobody's perfect

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