I'm sure that you're never ever gonna be a runway model, 

But you can make a bomb ass piece out of a water bottle

And when you count my money, 

You look so sexy to me

And it might sound funny, 

But I would buy a oz just to get you in my bedroom

Drug dealer, girl

So you could be my drug dealer, girl

So you could be, be, be my drug dealer, girl

So you could be my drug dealer, girl

There's something 'bout the way that you weigh and bag my eighters

And you even gave me my own number to put in your pager

I've still never seen you cough when you hit the bong

You give me that shit that helps me write my songs

And when you count my money, 

You look so sexy to me

And it might sound funny, 

But I would buy a oz just to get you in my bedroom

Drug dealer, girl

So you could be my drug dealer, girl

So you could be, be, be my drug dealer, girl

So you could be my drug dealer, girl

Girlfriend

You should be my girlfriend

Girlfriend

My drug dealer and my girlfriend

You should be my girl, girlfriend

Girlfriend

Girlfriend

Drug dealer, girl

Drug dealer, girl

Drug dealer, girl

Drug dealer, girl

You may never be on a Maybelline commercial, 

But you always let me know when you got some purple

See, I can't let you walk away

I can't let you walk away

You need to light one with me.

extrañoTE.

I don't wanna miss one smile,
I don't wanna miss one kiss,
Well, I just wanna be with you,
Right here with you, just like this.
I just wanna hold you close,
Feel your heart so close to mine,
And stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time.

Avanti morocha.

Nos empezamos de golpe
nos saboreamos de prepo
como salidos de un cuento de amor.
Vos venías de un viaje de mochilas cansadas,yo pateaba verano sin sol.

Y en el escolazo de los besos
cantamos bingo, y así andamos 
sin nada de mapas ni de candados.

Arriba morocha, que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta un ramo de sueños.
Avanti morocha, no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los mas mancos la siguen remando.

Nunca dejo que un ángel haga un nido en mi almohada
pero me acuerdo tarde, mi amor.
Hoy me siento a la sombra de tus piernas dormidas
y le converso a mi insomio de vos.

Y como los fantasmas del recuerdo 
salen de noche a patotearte
vos andás descalza y en puntas de pie.

Arriba morocha, que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta un ramo de sueños.
Avanti morocha, no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los mas mancos la siguen remando.

Es tan fácil perderse en las calles del miedo
no me sueltes la mano, mi amor.

Mi casa es un desastre sin tu risa
no me dejaste ni las migas
a cara de perro estoy extrañandote.