Quién Como Tú
Noel Schajris
Who Like You
The scent of his pillow
you know it well
and the dampness of his white sheets as well
lucky you, who can have him at your feet
feeling his kisses on your mouth that taste like honey
watching how you talk to him about love, time doesn't stop
and I have nothing to wait for
even if I stay in the air
who like you
who day by day can have him
who like you
who only falls asleep in your arms
who like you
who waits for him to arrive late afternoon by late afternoon
who like you
who tenderly cures his fevers
those nights of madness
you enjoy them well
and in his arms, the hours don't pass, I know
watching how you talk to him about love, time doesn't stop
and I have nothing to wait for
even if I stay in the air
who like you
who day by day can have him
who like you
who only falls asleep in your arms
who like you
who like you
who day by day can have him
who like you
who only falls asleep in your arms
who like you
who waits for him to arrive late afternoon by late afternoon
who like you
who tenderly cures his fevers
who like you
like you uuhhh uuhhhhhhhhhh
who like you
