El numero Uno
Lucero
The Number One
I feel your hands filling voids
taking me to the beyond
I feel your body Bathed in dew
displaying itself
Go with God you told me
one morning out of the blue
And the months go by, and the years go by
and strange loves and still
-Chorus-
you are my king, the number one
you always were and you will be
you are the most my eternal tyrant
love whoever I love you will always win
like you there is no one like you ever
Oh if I could, steal a night from you
who knows where you are
I would fill you with flowers and kisses
that no one will kiss you
Go with God You told me,
And I haven't found you again
and the moons go by, and the splendors
I see other loves and still