Quisiera

I would like to have you in my arms... but I don't have you
I would like to kiss your beautiful lips... but I don't kiss you
I would like to remember where you live... but I don't remember
I would like to serenade you... but I don't take you
The problem is that when I met you
I didn't measure myself and got drunk
I didn't even know how I got there
Or why I left you on the street
The problem is that I don't have your cell phone, and I didn't even write down your Nextel
Let's see when I see you again