Más de Lo Mismo

We could, why not?
It occurs to me that maybe
If we tried not to be you or me
Always looking back
Why not interpret
Each other's role
Let's see if in another skin
We dream again

Because, my love
I prefer the abyss
To more of the same
More of the same
More of the same
Again

We could, why not?
You, debut in a brothel
Me, transform into a perverse gigolo
Who shows no mercy
And, making love to you
In the gambling Paris
You'll be my belle de jour
With lovesickness

We could, why not?
You, be an empress
Me, the chauffeur driving your landau
Dragging you into a bad slip
And, making love to you
In a Viennese garden
I'll be your orient express
Unbridled and steam-powered