The streets seem more deserted, girl
Since I felt your hand in mine
Your mouth is the mezcal that numbs my sanity
Those are alert pores, the skin opens...
And it makes me crawl, your contact
It makes me crawl, the frequency of your voice.
It doesn't matter, whatever you ask for, I'm yours
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 are alerted, the skin opens
And it makes me nervous, your contact
It makes me nervous, the frequency of your voice
It doesn't matter, whatever you ask for, I'm yours
Because you make my skin and life crawl with your love
With your love, with your love, only with your love
Stay by my side, it makes me crawl
The frequency of your voice
It doesn't matter, whatever you ask for I am yours
Everything I need from your contact
Your contact

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