Culo sin asiento

The wounds come back to close
or whatever makes the hearts feel good.
Opportunities galore
or none, or just one, damn it.
I hope fucking destiny exists
and if not, I'll come up with a plan
because there can't be a seat without an ass
there can't be an ass without a seat.
Give me one of your hot nights
and I'll undress with all my teeth
and then we smoke for a bit,
sing for a bit,
and start over
and start over
and start over.