The mango is a fleshy stone fruit belonging to the genus Mangifera, consisting of numerous tropical fruiting trees in the flowering plant family Anacardiaceae. The mango is native to the Indian subcontinent from where it spread all over the world. It is one of the most cultivated fruits of the tropical world. While other Mangifera species (e.g. horse mango, M. foetida) are also grown on a more localized basis, Mangifera indica – the common mango or Indian mango – is the only mango tree commonly cultivated in many tropical and subtropical regions, and its fruit is distributed essentially worldwide.
In several cultures, its fruit and leaves are ritually used as floral decorations at weddings, public celebrations and religious ceremonies.
The English word "mango" originated from the Tamil word māṅgai or mankay(Tamil: மாங்காய்) or Malayalam māṅṅa (Malayalam: മാങ്ങ; from the Dravidian root word for the same), via Portuguese (also manga). The word's first recorded attestation in a European language was a text by Ludovico di Varthema in Italian in 1510, as manga; the first recorded occurrences in languages such as French and post-classical Latin appear to be translations from this Italian text. The origin of the "-o" ending in English is unclear.
A sparkle in the night
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced
Deeply into myself
Faceless
When you love somebody and they dick you around
Doesn't that really suck
When you love somebody and they dick you around
Doesn't that really suck
I was drivin' 'n' cryin'
I was tryin' to see
I almost ran down some schoolkids
Walkin' in front of me.
I had my head out the window
'Cause I was tryin' to explain.
But I just yelled out my wisdom
Like a man in shame.
We were messy into mango.
It was sticking in our teeth.
It was too ripe for waiting.
It was juicy and sweet.
Succulent sensation,
You said it was the best.
But you left me in the mornin'
I'm looking for the answers to my prayers
but i just can't seem to find them anywhere
see i've been hoping for
no war, no crime, all the people on the street have a place to sleep at night
just looking for the answer to my prayer
you can't believe everything you read
maybe what i'm looking for is inside of me
and i've been hoping that
everybody's color blind - white pride, black pride, no one has to take a side
just looking for the answers to a prayer
and if i can make it happen well, you know i will
i think we could make a difference still
just looking for the answers to to our prayers
the more i look the more i think that
they're not there
what am i doing here?
i think the answers all too clear
Voy a buscarte y tal vez llevarte
hablarte, conquistarte...
Voy a tratar de no verte tanto
comerte y quererte...
Quizás te harás mi adicción
Vuelas mi imaginación
Voy a buscar tu figura ideal
Sentirte buscar tu sabor
Comenzaré ahora a desvestirte
Es un arte devorarte
Quizás te harás mi adicción
Tal vez llegare a tu corazón
Porque tu color me pone a pensar
Si encontraré algo similar a ti mango