| Even if I sleep away from you
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| That some body falls for a little while on me,
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| None like yours makes me happy,
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| Nor does it give me the life that you make me feel.
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| I'm waiting pa' when you feel comfortable.
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| Take the cliffs to the steep mountains,
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| Don't be in a hurry
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| Stay lying in my little house on wheels,
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| For you and for me the whole life,
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| that our route will be the one you want, ah, ah, ah...
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| I, your girl. |
| you my cook
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| to stipulate that I cook with olive oil,
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| all the delicacies of this life.
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| And I eat them savoring. |
| like your skin,
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| waiting I'm weaving a spider web,
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| See how my eyes mist up.
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| I'm going to knead your back with my hands,
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| I'm going to give you the glory like the Romans,
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| I'm going to love you in the abrupt and in the flat.
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| That you're already removing the band-aid,
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| that you are already curing my pupita,
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| That you were healing me with your ostrich feathers
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| and I like you with more light.
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| And so I can see your precious big boy eyes,
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| bug, bear.
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| Your arms become a vaporous mattress again
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| where I make my best rest.
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| You have perched on my heart, like a very lazy kitten.
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| You have taken me to your creek to swim
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| and from your waves I have stayed hanging, hanging...
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| That I want to do with you...
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| My handsome, my handsome, my little boy,
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| My handsome, my handsome, you are not mine.
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| My handsome, my handsome, my little boy,
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| My handsome, my handsome, you are not mine.
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| That with you I want to make a nest.
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| That you're already removing the band-aid,
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| that you are already curing my pupita,
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| That you were healing me with your ostrich feathers
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| And I like you with more light.
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| My handsome, my handsome, my little boy,
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| My handsome, my handsome,
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| that you are not mine
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| My handsome, my handsome, my little boy,
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| My handsome, my handsome,
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| that you are not mine
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| That with you I want to make a nest. |