The Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude
Tell me Beny, Beny, Beny, Beny
The boy, boy, boy from the street
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Seven hundred thirty days and something
As a kid, it's two years and a bit
I wonder if I'm worth anything to you
Or am I still that same boy

Because they weren't kisses and things like that
They were words that entered my head
And from so much time that I lost you
I have absolute certainty

That without me it seems your hatred grows
How easy it would be if you knew me
Since you left there has been no friction
And I spend my time thinking about you after midnight

That it's been a while since you looked at me
That we don't feel things like before
That when you pass by you don't turn around
You know I'm not a gangster

And they talk to you traffickers and thieves and models
But with me they always end up jealous
Because I've always been a street boy
Because I have my feet on the ground

And they talk to you traffickers and thieves and models
And with me they always end up jealous
Because I've been a street boy
Because I have my feet on the ground

She is very delicate
And she doesn't like to be spanked
But when she listens to Malvada
There's nothing that's not worth it

She says she's very tired
And she never remembers my face
But she has many memories
But they're no good to her

She has so many good things that she even seems perfect
But perfect is only my mother
They throw at her, but nothing affects her
She doesn't like me comparing her with another

Because they were her eyes
The eyes with which I saw the lights with her
Because with these I only see darkness
And if I call you tonight better not excuse me

That everything you do is out of malice
And I don't understand because you know me
That everything you do is out of malice
And I don't understand because you know me

That if you pass, I pass and don't pass
That when you get tired, because I got tired
That if you pass I don't even look, you look
Because you don't even know why

That if you pass, I pass and don't pass
That when you get tired, because I got tired
That if you pass I don't even look, you look
Because you don't even know why

She is very delicate
And she doesn't like to be spanked
But when she listens to Malvada
There's nothing that's not worth it

She says she's very tired
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

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