Boca Rica
Tiririca é faca
That herb is a knife that slices butter thinly.
I only go to dance in places where there are girls.
O my love, O my love, O my love...
O my love, O my love, O my love...
There is neither this, nor is there this, nor is there that.
All my life is only fooling around.
O my love, O my love, O my love...
O my love, O my love, my love.
That herb is a knife that slices butter thinly.
I only go to dance in places where there are girls.
O my love, O my love, O my love...
O my love, O my love, O my love...
There is neither this, nor is there this, nor is there that.
All my life is only fooling around.
O my love, O my love, O my love...
O my love, O my love, my love.