A SONG
I'd like to love you,
But you run away.
I'd like to kiss you,
But you turn your face.
Take me to the market
Down the alleyway.
Let me tell you a secret,
Let me see your face.
I'd like to tease you,
Grinning at your face.
I'd like to please you,
Simple things instead.
Hear the fat boy singing,
Do the Christmas tape.
All that Rock and Roll
Let me go all the way.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo