Ana Torroja besame

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When I was little
I dreamed about him
that he looked
that he trapped me
in his nets and I, and I
and I let myself
I made up his name
and the smell of his skin, I made up his face
and I closed my eyes
so that he could kiss me
kiss me, give me a taste
a little piece of your mouth
kiss me, give me a taste of your smile that drives me crazy
that drives me crazy
if he chased me
I let him win
so he could hug me
and a chill ran through my being
that gave me away
I wrote him songs that I never sang to him
I adored him in silence
and I grew up waiting to wake up from sleep
kiss me , give me a taste
a little piece of your mouth
kiss me, give me a taste
of your smile that drives me crazy
that drives me crazy
it doesn't matter
they are only memories
of what never happened
they are only memories
of what we lost
of what we did not live
kiss me, give me a taste
of your skin when you touch me
kiss me, give me a taste
of your smile that drives me crazy
that drives me crazy

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