if i said you were evil you d knock me off my feet if i said you re a good girl you d bore me off my seat you ll never see me walking down a guilty middle class street i m frequently appalled by them pretending to be poor men i d give you all i can now i don t have enough arms for you ask the people with the real cash institutions who are taking yours and mine i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad it s written in the books in the literature that i ve read temporary blindness breezing through the fog again you ll never see me walking down a guilty middle class street i m frequently appalled by them pretending to be poor men i d give you all i can now i don t have enough arms for you ask the people with the real cash institutions who are taking yours and mine i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad i never get enough of it i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad i won t feel guilty i won t feel bad bad bad bad 
['classic venezuelan pop', 'pop romantico']