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Cuanto Le Gusta
How Much She Likes It
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta...
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it...
Með flöskurnar og töskurnar
With the bottles and the bags
Við ætlum fara burt
We're going to going to go away
í hundrað stiga hita
In hundred-degree heat
En spurningin er hvurt
But the question is where
París Amster Alcapulco
Paris, Amsterdam, Acapulco
Eða bara gullna strönd
Or just the Golden Coast
í eina, tvær, þrjár vikur
For one, two, three weeks
Mér halda engin bönd
Nothing's stopping me
sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
á bólakaf í heitann sjó
On company coffee in the hot sea
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
Sunburned and with a loose belt
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta...
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it...
Með vellyktandi harðfisknum
With the dried fish
Við drekkum beint af stút
We drink straight from the tap
Ég sofnaði á vindsæng
I fell asleep on the aft deck
Og lít því svona út
And look like this
Klúbbar, hótel, strandapartí
Clubs, hotels, beach parties
ég auðveldlega kemst á deit
I easily get a date
Ég byrja djamma' í borgum
I start jamming in cities
Og enda uppí sveit
And end up in the countryside
sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
á bólakaf í heitann sjó
On company coffee in the hot sea
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
Sunburned and with a loose belt
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Með flöskurnar og töskurnar
With the bottles and the bags
Við ætlum fara burt
We're going to going to go away
í hundrað stiga hita
In hundred-degree heat
En spurningin er hvurt
But the question is where
París Amster Alcapulco
Paris, Amsterdam, Acapulco
Eða bara gullna strönd
Or just the Golden Coast
í eina, tvær, þrjár vikur
For one, two, three weeks
Mér halda engin bönd
Nothing's stopping me
sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
á bólakaf í heitan sjó
On company coffee in the hot sea
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
Sunburned and with a loose belt
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
She likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
Le Gusta Le Gusta!!!!!
She likes it... she likes it!!!!!!






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