Paradisíaco

Throwing glitter in the coffee
All day imagining you
Looking for your face
In the clouds of the sky

Looking at this month's horoscope
I asked a witch for you
I said: Where will she be?
If she exists, how will I find her?

Then I see your face on the screen
The photos you took at the beach
And I start to think
And I start to think (hey)

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
And everything becomes paradisiacal
Looking at you

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
Everything is paradisiacal
Looking at you

I never ask for a room with a view anymore
I don't want to watch TV if you're not in the news
I don't want to see anyone, go out for a drink
I'm seeing your face, I've memorized it

I already know where you keep all your moles
I know your smile down to the premolars
I know which side of your face is the good one
But for a while, I'd kill for the bad one
That for you I (cross everything)

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
And everything becomes paradisiacal
Looking at you

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
Everything is paradisiacal
Looking at you

Why don't you save my life?
You who turn any place into Costa Rica
I won't be sad again
Now that I know you exist

I won't think (I won't think)
About anything other than being
Close to your skin
Anywhere, hey

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
And everything becomes paradisiacal
Looking at you

That for you I'd cross the entire Pacific
Because you have the taste of the tropics
Everything is paradisiacal
Looking at you

Looking at you
Looking at you
Tropical Jesus
Love you
Love you