La Huraña
Joan Sebastian
The Glory of Being
The sullen glory of being
Beginning and end of a story
He appeared in you, woman
To my thirst, you are a waterwheel
You smell of dogma of faith
You taste like ripe tuna
I knew it when I tried it
Your provincial beauty
Sliding down your cheek to your mouth
He told me he loves me, he kisses me, he drives me crazy
And through your eyes I look into your soul
And the most beautiful thing about you I find there
Oh-oh-oh
You taste like ripe tuna
Oh-oh-oh
Your provincial beauty
The sullen glory of being
Woven into your dreams
I discovered it in your gaze
In your smiling eyes
You smell of dogma of faith
You taste like ripe tuna
I knew it when I tried it
Your provincial beauty
Sliding down your cheek to your mouth
He told me he loves me, he kisses me, he drives me crazy
And, through your eyes, I look into your soul
And the most beautiful thing about you, I find it there
Oh-oh-oh
You taste like ripe tuna
I knew it when I tried it
Your provincial beauty
Sliding down your cheek to your mouth
He told me he loves me, he kisses me, he drives me crazy
And, through your eyes, I look into your soul
And the most beautiful thing about you, I find it there
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
