Para Quentin Tarantino,
de mente torva y perversa,
cuya obra aleve y diversa
tiene más genio que tino
UCO saca, UCO, UCO,
UCO saca, UCO, UCO,
UCO saca, UCO, UCO,
UCO saca, UCO, UCO.
I can’t stop this feeling
Deep inside of me,
Boy, you just don’t realize
What you do to me
When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let him know
Everything’s wrong.
I-I-I-I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
Lips as sweet as candy
The taste is on my mind
Boy, you got me thirsty
For another cup of wine.
Got a bug from you, boy,
But I don’t need a cure
I’ll just stay a victim
If I can for sure
All the good love
When we’re all alone.
Keep it up, boy.
Yeah, you turn me on.
I-I-I-I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me.
All the good love
When we’re all alone.
Keep it up, boy,
Yeah, you turn me on.
I-I-I-I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
I’m hooked on a feeling
And I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me.
I say I’m hooked on a feeling
And I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
Hooked on a feeling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6DepmNwbn8&list=RDl6DepmNwbn8&start_radio=1
