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Pending Subject

Alfredo Olivas

Asignatura Pendiente

Quedó una parte inconclusa
Especie de crucigrama
O ¿es que tú cómo te explicas que no hubo consumación?
Si llegamos hasta la cama

Quizá algo me detenía
Quizá pequé de inocente
¿Cómo es que, si ya te tenía, no cometí la osadía
De mancharme hasta los dientes?

Tal vez fui demasiado sensato, rozando en lo novato
Al tenerte frente a frente
Lo cierto es que aún no me lo perdono
Porque te tengo como asignatura pendiente

Vamos echándole ganas pa' vernos de nuevo
Si quieres ir a la Luna, me cae que te llevo
Créeme que he estado ensayando pa' cuando eso pase
No pasa de que pasemos a la otra fase

La fase donde se caen nuestros trapos al piso
Y te advierto desde ya, no pediré permiso
Pa' pasar de tus volcanes rumbo a tu colina
Juro que voy a meterme hasta la cocina

No pienses que soy tan obsesivo, enfermo, posesivo
Porque creo que así sueno
Solo trato de reivindicarme y que no vuelva a atacarme
El virus del niño bueno

Vamos echándole ganas pa' vernos de nuevo
Si quieres ir a la Luna, me cae que te llevo
Créeme que he estado ensayando pa' cuando eso pase
No pasa de que pasemos a la otra fase

La fase donde se caen nuestros trapos al piso
Y te advierto desde ya, no pediré permiso
Pa' pasar de tus volcanes rumbo a tu colina
Juro que voy a meterme hasta la cocina

Pending Subject

There was an unfinished part
Kind of crossword puzzle
Or how do you explain that there was no consummation?
If we made it to the bed

Maybe something held me back
Maybe I was too innocent
How come, if I already had you, I didn't dare
To get myself dirty to the bone?

Maybe I was too sensible, bordering on the novice
When I had you face to face
The truth is I still haven't forgiven myself
Because I have you as a pending subject

Let's put effort into seeing each other again
If you want to go to the Moon, I swear I'll take you
Believe me, I've been practicing for when that happens
It's just a matter of moving to the next phase

The phase where our clothes fall to the floor
And I warn you now, I won't ask for permission
To go from your volcanoes towards your hill
I swear I'll go all the way to the kitchen

Don't think I'm so obsessive, sick, possessive
Because I think that's how I sound
I'm just trying to redeem myself and prevent
The virus of the good boy from attacking me again

Let's put effort into seeing each other again
If you want to go to the Moon, I swear I'll take you
Believe me, I've been practicing for when that happens
It's just a matter of moving to the next phase

The phase where our clothes fall to the floor
And I warn you now, I won't ask for permission
To go from your volcanoes towards your hill
I swear I'll go all the way to the kitchen

Escrita por: Alfredo Olivas