Tus Vueltas
Milo j
Your Turns
The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the looks of a few
Maybe I was just one more, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poetry, the ones I write just for you
And make love, only with you
Penetrating gaze, seems like Medusa
Brunette movements and a USA face
I didn't even see your blouse, because of your beautiful face
And I know that's not an excuse
But it's just that, with you, I felt something I hadn't felt
At night, my dreams are only with you
In my stomach, you left a nice tickle
And in my mind, a topic that I haven't finished yet
I would only be unfaithful to you with the Moon
But it doesn't even have your style
It doesn't have your style
The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the looks of a few
Maybe I was just one more, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poetry, the ones I write just for you
And make love only with you
Penetrating gaze, seems like Medusa
Brunette movements and a USA face
I didn't even see your blouse, because of your beautiful face
And I know that's not an excuse
