Hacer El Amor Con Otra
Amanecer...con ella
a mi costado no es igual,que estar con tigo
no es que este mal
ni hablar..pero le falta madurar
es casi niña...
Blanca como el...yogur
no tiene el bronce que tu llevas en la piel
fragilidad,de flor
nada que ver con mi perversa favorita...
sin tus uñas arañandome la espalda
sin tus manos que trujan todo cambia
sin tu lengua envenenando mi garganta
sin tus dientes que torturan
y que endulzan ya no siento nada
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Hacer el amor con otra...nooo no no
no es la misma cosa
no hay estrella de color rosa
no destilan los poros,del cuerpo
sin tus besos ante de cada te quiero...
Hacer el amor con otra...nooo no no
es como no hacer nada mata fuego en la mirada
bastara el alma en cada beso
y sentir que puedes alcanzar el cielo...
Yo olvidarte ...con ella
quise vengarme de tus infidelidades
y me salio...tan mal
que hasta me cuesta respirar su mismo aire
Los mechones de tu pelo negro fresco
tus caderas delicadas,tus medidas
ese cuello que termina con mi vida
y tu risa con oyuelo
es mas dulce que la brisa...
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Making Love With Another
Dawn... with her
by my side is not the same, as being with you
it's not that it's wrong
not to mention... but she lacks maturity
she's almost a child...
White like yogurt
she doesn't have the tan that you have on your skin
delicacy, of a flower
nothing to do with my perverse favorite...
without your nails scratching my back
without your hands that change everything
without your tongue poisoning my throat
without your teeth that torture
and sweeten, I feel nothing anymore
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Making love with another... nooo no no
it's not the same thing
there's no pink-colored star
the pores don't exude, from the body
without your kisses before every 'I love you'...
Making love with another... nooo no no
it's like doing nothing, extinguishing the fire in the gaze
will the soul be enough in each kiss
and feel that you can reach the sky...
Trying to forget you... with her
I wanted to get back at your infidelities
and it turned out... so wrong
that it's even hard for me to breathe the same air as her
The strands of your fresh black hair
your delicate hips, your measurements
that neck that ends my life
and your dimpled laughter
is sweeter than the breeze...
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