Letra de Love boy

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