Well, I'll get to you tonight, rich chumpie They have chukites and molineos In a drink with the deos, bellaqueo, fumeteo This is a clandestine party, no one records videos Come back, we'll leave you at home Look, it's just that you don't have it If I was a rich girl Say I'd have all the money in the world If I was a wealthy girl What kind of rich that a million rich Them a kind of rich a way you make man switch What kind of rich that a million rich Them a kind of rich a way you make man switch You, you came to the disco to let yourself go I'm not here to give you roses I like how the track breaks This is music that is heard everywhere One million five hundred, only in the wrist Bottles of kip and they get cool They always give me a cassette It's yours the disco Baby, I'm not satisfied with looking at you Let yourself go and let me touch you Here this is pure, no one will find out And this is not for falling in love, baby Come, come, bring something to lose the mood, come on Come, come, bring something to lose the mood, come on Come, come, bring something to lose the mood, come on Copyright © 2020, New Thinking Allowed Foundation