Mi PC

Girl, I want to tell you
That on my computer
I have a gigabyte of your kisses
And a floppy disk of your being

Girl, I want to tell you
That only you interest me
And the mouse that moves your mouth
Formats my mind

Girl, I want to tell you
That on my PC I only have
A monitor with your eyes
And a CD-ROM of your body

Girl, I want to tell you
That the internet of my dreams
I connected it to your smile
And to the modem of your hair

I want to send you a little message
Open your email
And send you a diskette with a little
Of my good love to love you

I don't want a limousine
Or a Hugo Boss vest
Or the Cindy Crawford of Berlin
Or a palace with pagodas, I don't want

I don't want Burger King
Or a Miró painting
Dark-skinned girl, don't make me suffer
Your love at night is what I want

I don't want to go to Paris
Or get on a plane
Or Holyfield's ear
Or a convertible Ferrari, I don't want
Mom, you see...

I don't want Burger King
I don't want Pizza Hut
Dark-skinned girl, don't make me suffer
Your love at night is what I want

Send you a little message
Open your email
And send you a diskette with a little
Of my good love to love you

I don't want a limousine
Or a Hugo Boss vest
Or Cindy Crawford in Berlin
Or a NASA car, I don't want

I don't want Burger King
Or a Miró painting
Dark-skinned girl, don't make me suffer
Your love at night is what I want

Not a Miró painting
Not Shaquille O'Neal's sneakers
Not a NASA rocket, I don't want

I don't want Burger King
I don't want Pizza Hut
Dark-skinned girl, don't make me suffer
Your love at night is what I want