Lyrics of Ke Yirou's fruit boxing

Life is like all kinds of fruit

Sweet and sour taste different

You can't make do with love

I want to pursue happiness by myself

No more excuses

Fruit gives me your smile

Fruit love is coming

Fruit flies to the world

Now I'm going to teach you boxing

Fruit girl's fruit boxing

Five slimming fruits

Everybody read it with me

Tomato, tomato (tomato, tomato)

Papaya, papaya (papaya, papaya)

Apple, apple (apple, Apple)

Kiwifruit, kiwifruit

Grapefruit, grapefruit

No more excuses

Fruit gives me your smile

Fruit love is coming

Fruit flies to the world

Life is like all kinds of fruit

Sweet and sour taste different

You can't make do with love

I want to pursue happiness by myself

No more excuses

Fruit gives me your smile

Fruit love is coming

Fruit flies to the world

Three meals are always out

My friends call me a foreigner

Foreigner, foreigner, foreigner

But do you eat fruit?

(the fruit is here???)

Fruit girl's fruit is of high quality

But if you're a boy

I'll teach you another set of fists

Come on, hum, ha, ha

Look at my fruit fist. Hum, ha, ha

My papaya is sweet, hum ha ha

The one who won me didn't need money. Hum, ha, ha

Lose my sit durian hum ha ha ha

Look at my fruit fist. Hum, ha, ha

The fruit of hip hop

Look at my fruit fist. Hum, ha, ha

Fruit of boxing girl

No more excuses

Fruit gives me your smile

Fruit love is coming

Fruit flies to the world