Stood

I like even those things about you
That I can't stand from others. Because
You do it with tenderness, with grace
And above all with a lot of charisma

That mischief you have when counting the
Things, that smile that you have in bloom
Of skin, and that you make one calm down
When it's time to be angry, and you wink at me
The eye

I like even those things about you
That I can't stand from others. Because
You do it with tenderness, with grace
And above all with a lot of charisma

I love when you walk with
Your loose hips, and everyone
He looks at you, I like the scent of your hair
I like it when you watch what I do

I like even those things about you
That I can't stand from others. Because
You do it with tenderness, with grace
And above all with a lot of charisma