my fingers walk in you losing your route
To that far from me wet yours.
Take your body to a cage which he never can leave,
Take my eyes, take me straight to live in your legs. That bit me hard
innocence, that little harsh to me, your purity,
Avanza. Run. Flies.
then the quiet lagoon where my roots quench their thirst.
I can not help feeling as your scent to me, I can not keep
chance you steal my desire for you.
I roll over, be Toro Rojo enviste your costume,
Escucharte exhale the last beat of a song repeated.
Rueda. Tour. Dreams.
will you do with so many things about me in you,
What to do when your legs fall on my sweats ...
Each time you go through to my skin like love and pins,
Every moment without you are rubbing on my face the wind of your desires.
To that far from me wet yours.
Take your body to a cage which he never can leave,
Take my eyes, take me straight to live in your legs. That bit me hard
innocence, that little harsh to me, your purity,
Avanza. Run. Flies.
then the quiet lagoon where my roots quench their thirst.
I can not help feeling as your scent to me, I can not keep
chance you steal my desire for you.
I roll over, be Toro Rojo enviste your costume,
Escucharte exhale the last beat of a song repeated.
Rueda. Tour. Dreams.
will you do with so many things about me in you,
What to do when your legs fall on my sweats ...
Each time you go through to my skin like love and pins,
Every moment without you are rubbing on my face the wind of your desires.
José Antonio OL