Sin Caballero No Hay Dama

I know you've convinced yourself
That you know love
Because your body has felt
Heat with other bodies
Forgive me for contradicting you

But you are mistaken
Love is not realizing
That it's the disguise of pain
Love is a letter without an envelope
Love is the currency of the poor
Love is a heated bed
Only for a husband

Love is when it bursts in your temples
Love is giving more than you have
Love is a round-trip ticket
It's every night resolved
Love is a blooming rosebush
Love is not continuing to discuss

What is said in bed
No lady without a gentleman
No lady without a gentleman
No lady without a gentleman
Love is a blooming rosebush
Love is not continuing to discuss

What is said in bed
No lady without a gentleman
No lady without a gentleman
No lady without a gentleman