Ebbs in a colour of chocolate
He says he‘s France
But he‘s pretty much Marocco
All the day in the gym
So I don‘t have to check his brain
He doesn‘t use words
He speaks with his hands
Burns with his eyes
When he says let‘s start
My heart is dancing in circules
And he sleeps in my bed
And he eats from my plate
I have permanent trick
Twice a week
I‘ve got a love boy
He‘s not sensitive nor romantic
It doesn‘t matter if he‘s pro or anti
He doesn‘t need to know much
He‘s a doctor of honor of how to touch
I don‘t have to impress or amuse
Because I know
When he says let‘s start
My heart is dancing in circules
And he sleeps in my bed
And he eats from my plate.