Ha, Sherazade she is my dream girl
Light brown eyes, Henna [1] on her brown skin
Gold jewelry, white dress, Sahara style
She says, "Baby, you are my Aladin!"
She's got the hook up with the Motocross gang
The slogan on the shirt Motobom bamm, bamm
She's a Scorpio, oriental, Juliet and Romeo
Palace in the homeland, in the loft in Europe [2]
Desert dust on your Nikes, gold on your turban
At night when she wants romance, she wants... do do it in a car like in Titanic. [3]
She loves the nights on the rooftops
Look at me and say: "I am in love with a criminal!"
She lays on my chest and moves high up on my neck and whispers in my ear,
"Sing me Half Moon." [4]
(I could be yours if you wanted)
Instead you want what you don't need
I will throw your jeans in the laundry
No better world then you gon' leave
I could be everything that you wanted
Right now we roll in the new streets
Girl Imma take you to the sand and the palm trees
You could be a secret I'm gon' keep
I could be everything real that you wanted
She flashes a smile and I catch on, she wants to dance on Maria Maria
Take your selfie, write Tropic Night
Instagram #Bonnie&Clyde
Sherazade, the slum dog princess in the sunset, when
she casually smiles
Date tree in front of the deluxe suite, she says "No body guards, you're my 007." [5]
During the day a life between action and romance
Gentleman, going to the...
A hand out the window, that smile in the rear view mirror
Oriental dreams, desert babe [6]
She says, "Wait!", wants to lean back
Number 13, Your life [7] press play, whisper in my ear "I
love the ghetto style!"
Massari sings and dances to the melody
(I could be yours if you wanted)
Instead you want what you don't need
I will throw your jeans in the laundry
No better world then you gon' leave
I could be everything that you wanted
Right now we roll in the new streets
Girl Imma take you to the sand and the palm trees
You could be a secret I'm gon' keep
I could be everything real that you wanted