y de la incoherencia de éstos.
Ven conmigo, no me he ido,
sólo ando perdido en mis textos.
Interprétalo a tus antojos,
¿son los celos del amor caprichoso?
¿O es que echo de menos el color,
el color de tu sombra de ojos?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
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