Pacharaca

You don't remember who I am,
I made the plan on the beach
You faced the sun and I approached you from behind
After the initial scare, your distrust overcome
We looked for something to talk about and exchanged glances
I left with your address and your number in the agenda
And in my mind a vision mixed of a little girl and a panther
I let the days go by and dialed your number
And when I asked for you, they told me you didn't live there
They didn't even know you

You're not obligated to please me
That's why you shouldn't lie to me if you don't feel like seeing me
Try not to be fake, try to always be sincere
Maybe before deciding what you can offer me
It's a shame that with your grace and that pretty face
You want to play dumb and act like a fool

I don't see you again, I don't want to see you again
I've realized that with you, I've only received a setback
I don't see you again on the beach, I don't see you, why would I want to
I've realized that you're just a tease