Besos

Understand why you hit the street looking so fresh and tell me why
You spent three hours in front of the mirror, just to look good to hook up
To go out and you don’t think it matters anymore, you won’t impress anyone
What really matters is in the kisses

And that’s what I want, kisses
Every morning wake me up with kisses
In the afternoon, keep those kisses coming
Then at night, give me more kisses for dinner

And tell me why you slather on a thousand creams, if no one can see them
And you’ve forgotten about feelings, you gotta start by sorting it out
What’s inside you, and you hardly think about others, what does it matter if it’s good or bad
I’m metrosexual and missing kisses

And that’s what I want, kisses
Every morning wake me up with kisses, in the afternoon
Keep those kisses coming, then at night, give me more kisses for dinner

And that’s what I want, kisses
Every morning wake me up with kisses, in the afternoon
Keep those kisses coming, then at night, give me more kisses for dinner

Stop and see, those who already love you don’t care about that
They just want to see, that wink without any shame