Fresh!
Fresh.
I'm in the distance,
I have to wash and taste
You're from another country,
but it doesn't matter
I have to wash and taste
I'm in the distance, you're fresh like sushi
I'm telling you straight, I'm sure,
today I'll roll sushi
You're like wasabi, wasabi, wasabi, wasabi
I'm breaking pieces,
pieces, pieces, pieces
I'm in the distance, you're fresh like sushi
I'm making a great sake,
before the tourists come for it Sweet,
salty,
soft,
crispy,
on top of coffee,
jate
Really cooked,
but not too rocked You notice it when the bottles are too full
Tickled,
chopped,
spinning in the belly And then I went to the toilet once,
you're like wasabi
My blood starts to burn properly,
but still so fresh that you can see it,
you keep digging from home
I'm in the distance,
you're fresh like sushi I'm telling you straight,
I'm sure,
today I'll roll sushi
Edamame,
edamame,
order us a couple of dishes when the cucumber burns,
wasabi
Edamame,
edamame,
I don't feel like leaving,
don't be afraid,
even if I get you
Don't just be an anidaste,
every bouquet is from Tadila
Sushi, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy