Y Qué Más

You say I behave like a child
But nobody loves you like I do
You say I'm cruel for what I say
But nobody loves you like I do
Like a drunk needs a bar
Like a prisoner needs freedom, I need you
Like a beggar needs a bit of bread
Like a blind person needs to imagine, I need you
And what else, and what else, and more
For this love
And what else, and what else, and more
You say this doesn't make sense
And what sense does a song have
If it can't give me what I ask for
Well, let it serve as a song
And what else, and what else, and more...
Like a drunk needs a bar...
Oh, if you only knew the hours, what good hours
The hours that I saw pass
The hours that I saw pass
And what else, and what else, and more...