In Magaluf, twenty two four

I wanna sing you a new song

talking ‘bout love, but real love

not like the Disney stories that are told.

Do you know what is love?

Maybe the real lovers don’t say to each other, you have let me down.

Maybe the real lovers don’t change each other and like who they are.

Maybe the real lovers believe each other and love without doubt.

Maybe the real lovers find in each other the part they don’t have.

But maybe you don’t want to know

What is my opinion about love.

Or maybe you only want to know

how tastes my skin or touch my balls.

What kind of love do you want?