"Kepko" lyrics
Sit you on the kepko, lie below, and let me ask about your day
How did it go and did you think about me?
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
I would rather give you my eyes so you can see what I see
You can only fake it only so much, and I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel it
Can you feel it? Do you feel it with me? Feel it
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Check you when I'm fading down, we can then sort it out
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Sit you on the kepko, lie below, and let me ask about your day
How did it go and did you think about me?
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
Check you when I'm feeling down
You can only fake it only so much, and I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel it
Can you feel it? Do you feel it with me? Feel it
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
Keep that turn of glove
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Check you when I'm feeling down, we can then sort it out
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you, bag, who's a bad girl?
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
Who's a bad girl?
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
How did it go and did you think about me?
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
I would rather give you my eyes so you can see what I see
You can only fake it only so much, and I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel it
Can you feel it? Do you feel it with me? Feel it
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Check you when I'm fading down, we can then sort it out
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Sit you on the kepko, lie below, and let me ask about your day
How did it go and did you think about me?
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Press up on me, then kiss on my eyelids
Fill me up with everything that I could ever need
Keep that turn of glove
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
Check you when I'm feeling down
You can only fake it only so much, and I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel it
Can you feel it? Do you feel it with me? Feel it
Thinking am I sad? No sad, no, happy
Bless us with the absences of violence
Tuck you in with one to many kisses on the cheek
Keep that turn of glove
Press up on the stem, release the violets
Huff you up till you are just a colour I can't see
Check you when I'm feeling down, we can then sort it out
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you pick a bag, who's a bad girl?
When you back, when you pick up, more
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
When you, bag, who's a bad girl?
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
Who's a bad girl?
Who's a bad girl? Pick up
Writer(s): Salvador Navarrete
