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Under the velvety glimmer of the lone spotlight, a petite silhouette appears on the vaudeville stage. As the haunting chords of "Devórame Otra Vez" echo through the grand theatre, she's transported back in time. Younger, innocent, she remembers joyfully singing that same song, the audience's applause ringing in her young ears, the world a simpler place. But tonight, the words strike differently; the mention of wet sheets and dreams awakens a harrowing realisation. The world spins as memories merge with the present, revealing the hidden layers of the song she'd been oblivious to as a child. Trembling, a single tear courses down her cheek, the weight of her newfound understanding too heavy to bear. The curtains fall, but the scars of that revelation remain forever etched on her soul.

AKA

As a child, I used to sing this song without realising it was about sex or that there was a line about a guy cumming on his sheets after a wet dream.