My fingertip across your skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
I sang you Spanish lullabies
I never want to see you unhappy
I held your hand and smile
I watch you in the eyes
Tell you that I love you
But seams that you don't believe
You say that: "We can't meet!"
You say: "What do you want from me?"
I think I answered from the first time
That I want you all to myself
And I wont let you down
It's me,
I'm a freak
But thanks for talking to me
Cause you did perfectly
I saw with my own eye
What kind of person you are
*Lately I'm so tired of waiting for you
To say that it's OK
That you want me*
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