Querido Tommy

Dear Tommy
I write you this letter
I don't know if you really read these letters

I write to ask you something
That, for me, is a matter of life or death
Don't think I'm exaggerating
It's the truth

My name is Paco
And I'm writing to you from Santiago
There's a girl who doesn't leave my mind

That's why you're so eloquent
And she loves your songs
Can you already imagine where I'm going

With her, I can't find the words
And maybe you could help me
To tell her that I'm dying here for her
In a slightly more poetic way

Because I'm not good at romanticism
Give me something so beautiful
That it takes a thousand sighs out of her
To tell her that I love her and nothing more
I don't know if it will be enough

No, oh no, no

Mr. Tommy
I'm writing to you again
You haven't answered me
I thought you were a good person

You may be very busy
But I'm desperate
Help me find a way

To tell her that I'm dying here for her
But in a slightly more poetic way
Because I'm not good at romanticism
Give me something so beautiful
Something she's never been told
To tell her that I love her and nothing more
I don't know if it will be enough

Friend Paco
Sorry for the delay
I hope you don't mind
That I copied your story here

I'm not an expert in love
I don't know where you got that from
And nothing could be further
From the truth

Don't confuse
Words for feelings
Metaphors
Just intellectual nonsense

If you ask me
What to tell your girl

Just tell her you're dying for her
I can't think of a better way
That romanticism
Is just a game of chess

When it comes to feelings
There's nothing like being direct
Tell her you love her
And nothing more

It will surely be enough

Ooh, ooh