Arsa que toma

With what I know you love me,
I make myself a silk blouse.
You'll see, you'll see,
how it looks on me.
Since you love me more than enough,
I have extra fabric.
Let me love you,
let me love you,
so I can love you.

Burn that gives and gives,
burn that takes and takes,
I have a boyfriend who's worth
more than the fountain in Rome.
Burn that gives and gives,
burn that takes and takes,
perfumes my street,
when it comes to my street,
burns, burns.

I have a sweet orange and I'm dying of thirst,
half, half,
I give you some,
the other half,
half I give to you.

And it seems to me,
I have a whim,
that doesn't obey me.
Because it seems to me,
that if I love you,
you belong to me!