Ropa Desordenada
Tranquilamente vienes por detrás
Abrazándome con fuerza
No sé qué hacer, no te pido más
Que no me rompas mucho la cabeza
Dejo la puerta abierta por si quieres pasar
Ay no me digas que no entras
Aquí me tienes nadie me va a parar
Mírame y tócame, estoy dispuesta
Será lo que tenga que ser
Si aún nos late la piel y soltamos las riendas
Seguimos queriendo, queriendo jugar
Y al final nuestra ropa quedó desordenada
Marcas el paso y yo te sigo ahí
Sin temblar va a mi boca a tu oreja
Tan tuyas estas ganas de reír
Anda ve, siéntate y me lo cuentas
Y de repente vuelvo a respirar
En tu olor se ha quedado mi pecho
No sé cómo me rendí ante ti
Desde cuando te llevo en mi sueño
Será lo que tenga que ser
Si aún nos late la piel y soltamos las riendas
Seguimos queriendo, queriendo jugar
Y al final nuestra ropa quedó
Será lo que tenga que ser
Si aún nos late la piel y soltamos las riendas
Seguimos queriendo, queriendo jugar
Y al final nuestra ropa quedó desordenada
Uhuh quedó desordenada laralara
Será lo que tenga que ser
Si aún nos late la piel y soltamos las riendas
Seguimos queriendo, queriendo jugar
Y al final nuestra ropa quedó desordenada, desordenada
Desordenada
Messy Clothes
Quietly you come from behind
Holding me tightly
I don't know what to do, I don't ask for more
Just don't mess with my head too much
I leave the door open in case you want to come in
Oh, don't tell me you won't come in
Here you have me, no one will stop me
Look at me and touch me, I'm ready
It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy
You set the pace and I follow you there
Without trembling, it goes from my mouth to your ear
So yours are these urges to laugh
Come on, sit down and tell me
And suddenly I breathe again
Your scent has stayed in my chest
I don't know how I surrendered to you
Since when do I carry you in my dream
It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were
It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy
Uhuh, they were messy, lalala
It will be what it has to be
If our skin still beats and we let go of the reins
We keep wanting, wanting to play
And in the end our clothes were messy, messy
Messy