Ibiza

Ibiza, day thirty of the seventh of two thousand and twenty-three
One forty in the afternoon

Looking at this sea, observing your curves
I feel so good
I can show you the streets
Tell me if you come
Looking at this sea, observing your curves
I feel so good
I can show you the streets
So come

Everything is more beautiful if I can share it with you
Much better than just labeling, it's about enjoying it, count on me
If you want to lie down on the grass, say you love
There's no shortage of reasons
Traveling to Noronha, Ibiza, Seychelles, Bahamas
And stop at your smile
(Because) you make me so, you make me so good
(Baby) don't say no, don't say no, come on
(Come see) what I prepared, I stopped
(For you), I doubted it, but I see it happening
Oh, pretend I'm coming and you're ready
Oh, nothing against it, but distance makes my mind dizzy
I know that sometimes even a Facetime does the trick
But I prefer the same place
Forget the past and get involved
Black, I just wanted to be

Looking at this sea, observing your curves
I feel so good
I can show you the streets
Tell me if you come
Looking at this sea, observing your curves
I feel so good
I can show you the streets
So come