In a convertible
in summertime full of beautiful women
we're screaming music through red-red lips
going Tehuantepecer through soundtracks
Meanwhile I dance in the car
loaded with small people, windows up
It's winter, the one that's not going to stop me
from living dreams now
You hear? We'll never be happy someday
it's rightaway. Do it
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