Faldas

Late as always to the beat of a drum,
my heart beats tenderly,
let it go, dream it, let it run, please.

I doubt people like a foundation,
I doubt dark money like I do,
I speak for myself, you speak for you,
I confess only to you.

(Chorus):
Skirts, I don’t want skirts anymore,
none fit your sizes,
and I don’t want to find them.

Kisses, why do I want kisses if yours
don’t taste like that little beer that reminds
me of that afternoon when I told you
I love you more than anyone.

(Chorus):
Kisses, why do I want kisses if yours
don’t taste like that little beer that reminds
me of that afternoon when I told you
I love you and more than anyone.

(Chorus):
Why do I want skirts…

Let the west wind blow with the sun,
let winter cover us with love,
you’ll see how in the end,
you’ll fall in love too.

I’ve been behind you, I don’t know how long,
I’ve been imagining a beautiful ending,
between you and me, just you and me,
enough pretending already.

(Chorus):
Kisses, why do I want kisses if yours
don’t taste like that little beer that reminds
me of that afternoon when I told you
I love you and more than anyone.

(Chorus):
Kisses, why do I want kisses if yours
don’t taste like that little beer that reminds
me of that afternoon when I told you
I love you and more than anyone.

(Chorus x2)

Why do I want skirts,
why do I want skirts…
why do I want skirts…