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Maraca culia te loveo de pies a cabeza 

Riding down, riding down
          My hand on your seat The whole way round
          I carry band-aids on me now
          For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground
          Wheels aren't even touching the ground
          Scared to take them off but they're so worn down
          Promise I won't push you straight to the dirt
          If you promise me you'll take them off first