Tres Palabras

Listen to the confession of my secret
Born from a heart that is deserted
With three words I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart that are precious

Give me your hands, come take mine
I will confide my yearnings to you
It's just three words, my anxieties

And those words are: How I like you

It's just three words, my anxieties
And those words are: How I like you