1708
Karen Méndez
1708
I gotta confess to you
That it’s since I saw you walk by
And today I wanted to kiss you
Imagining how you give it
It’s your face, your hair
The way you make it seem like you don’t see me
I spotted you in the crowd
And I knew it was you
I gotta confess to you
That it’s since I saw you walk by
And today I wanted to kiss you
Imagining how you give it
How you give it, I don’t know
But I’ve already imagined it
In my mind, I stripped you down
I painted you as a nine but you were a ten
Going 120 on the highway
Like someone’s chasing us
The Airbnb is waiting for us
Loud music, seems like someone’s catching on
What we’re doing is private
You don’t cheer me up, don’t leave comments
You even think we’re strangers
They’re in the picture, I see you every day
It’s your face, your hair
The way you make it seem like you don’t see me
I spotted you in the crowd
And I knew it was you
I gotta confess to you
That it’s since I saw you walk by
And today I wanted to kiss you
Imagining how you give it
I gotta confess to you
That it’s since I saw you walk by
And today I wanted to kiss you
Imagining how you give it
I gotta confess to you
That it’s since I saw you walk by
And today I wanted to kiss you
Imagining how you give it