Tus Vueltas
El M
Te vi bailando
Raspando el cemento de la plaza de mi barrio
Tus vueltas cautivaban las miradas de unos cuantos
Tal vez, yo era uno más, pero deseé que fueras mía
Mientras escribía que
Quiero besarte en la cama, desnuda o con ropa
Y cantarte poesía, de esas que te escribo para vos nomás
Y hacer el amor, solo con vos
Mirada penetrante, parece Medusa
Movimientos de morocha y cara de USA
No vi ni tu blusa, por tu cara hermosa
Y sé que no es excusa
Pero es que, con vos, sentí algo que no había sentido
A la noche, mis sueños son solo contigo
En mi panza, dejaste un lindo cosquilleo
Y, en mi mente, un tema que aún no termino
Solo te sería infiel con la Luna
Pero ni siquiera no tiene tu estilo
No tiene tu estilo
El M
Te vi bailando
Raspando el cemento de la plaza de mi barrio
Tus vueltas cautivaban las miradas de unos cuantos
Tal vez, yo era uno más, pero deseé que fueras mía
Mientras escribía que
Quiero besarte en la cama, desnuda o con ropa
Y cantarte poesía, de esas que te escribo para vos nomás
Y hacer el amor solo con vos
Mirada penetrante, parece Medusa
Movimientos de morocha y cara de USA
No vi ni tu blusa, por tu cara hermosa
Y sé que no es excusa
Your Turns
The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the looks of a few
Maybe I was just one more, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poetry, the ones I write just for you
And make love, only with you
Penetrating gaze, seems like Medusa
Brunette movements and a USA face
I didn't even see your blouse, because of your beautiful face
And I know that's not an excuse
But it's just that, with you, I felt something I hadn't felt
At night, my dreams are only with you
In my stomach, you left a nice tickle
And in my mind, a topic that I haven't finished yet
I would only be unfaithful to you with the Moon
But it doesn't even have your style
It doesn't have your style
The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the looks of a few
Maybe I was just one more, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poetry, the ones I write just for you
And make love only with you
Penetrating gaze, seems like Medusa
Brunette movements and a USA face
I didn't even see your blouse, because of your beautiful face
And I know that's not an excuse