Bonita
Javier Solís
Beautiful
Beautiful
Like those toys
That I had in the
Childhood days of yesterday
Beautiful
Like the stolen kiss
Like the tears cried
For a deep pleasure
The sincerity of your faithful mirror
Put vanity in you
You know my anxiety
And you make a pleasure
Of the sorrows that your pride forge for me
Beautiful
You shattered your mirror
To see if that way
I stop suffering your haughtiness
The sincerity of your faithful mirror
Put vanity in you
You know my anxiety
And you make a pleasure
Of the sorrows that your pride forge for me
Beautiful
You shattered your mirror
To see if that way
I stop suffering your haughtiness
