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The streets seem more deserted, girl;
since I felt your hand in mine.
Your mouth is the mezcal that numbs my sanity,
the pores become alert, the skin opens...
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And it makes me bristle, your contact,
it makes me bristle, the frequency of your voice.
It doesn't matter,
whatever you ask for I am yours,
br/>because you make my skin and life crawl with your love.
Now I can't live without your energy,
and I want to feel you here and very close.
Your mouth the mezcal that numbs my sanity,
the pores become alert, the skin opens...
And it makes me bristle, your contact,
it makes me bristle, the frequency of your voice.
It doesn't matter,< br/>whatever you ask for, I am yours,
because you make my skin and life crawl with your love.
With your love... with your love... only with your love...< br/>Stay by my side, which makes me bristle,
the frequency of your voice.
It doesn't matter,
whatever you ask for I am yours,
everything I need from you contact.
Your contact...